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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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"There I wander, growing fonder
Of the child that made my joy; On the echoes wildly calling, *■ To restore my fairy boy. "But In vain my plaintive calling,
Tears are falling all In vain; He now sports with fairy pleasure,
He's the treasure of their train! "Fare thee well, my child, for ever,
In this world I've lost' my joy, But in the next we ne'er shall sever,
There I'll find my angel boy!" |
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THE LOW-BACKED CAR.
When first I saw sweet Peggy,
'Twas on a market day, A low-back'd car she drove, and sat
Upon a truss of hay; But when that hay was blooming grass.
And deck'd with flowers of spring, No flow'r was there that could compare
With the blooming giri I sing. As she sat In the low-back'd car, The man at the turnpike bar
Never asked for the toll,
But just rubb'd his old poll, And looked after the low-back'd car. In battle's wild commotion,
The proud and mighty Mars, With hostile scythes, demands the tithes
Of death in warlike cars; While Peggy, peaceful goddess,
Has darts in her bright eye, That knock men down, in the market town,
As right and left they fly— While she sits in her Iow-back'd car. Than battle more dangerous far—
For the doctor's art
Cannot cure the heart That Is hit from the low-back'd car. Sweet Peggy round her car, sir, ' Has strings of ducks and geese, But the scores of hearts she slaughters
By far outnumber these; While she among her poultry sits,
Just like a turtle-dove, Well worth the cage, I do engage.
Of the blooming god of love. While she sits In the low-back'd car, The lovers come near and far,
And envy the chicken
That Peggy is pickin', As she sits In the low-back'd car. Oh, I'd rather own that car, sir,
With Peggy by my side, Than a coach-and-four and goold galore,
And a lady for my bride; For the lady would sit fornenst me,
On a cushion made with taste, While Peggy would sit beside me,
With my arm around her waist— While we drove in the low-back'd car, To be married by Father Maher,
Oh, my heart would beat high,
At her glance and ber sigh, Though It beat in a low-back'd car. |
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