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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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THE WHITE COCKADE.
Prince Charles he Is King James's son, ' »
And from a royal line Is sprung;
Then up with shout, and out with blade,
And we'll raise once more the white cockade,
Oh! my dear, my falr-hair'd youth,
Thou yet hast hearts of fire and truth;
Then up with shout, and out with blade—
We'll raise once more the white cockade.
My young men's hearts are dark with woe; On my virgins* cheeks the grief-drops flow; The sun scarce lights the sorrowing day, Since our rightful prince went far away. He's gone, the stranger holds his throne; The royal bird far off is flown: But up with shout, and out with blade We'll stand or fall with the white cockade. ,
No more the cuckoo hails the spring, The woods no more with the stanch-hounds ring; The song from the glen so sweet before, Is hush'd since Charles has left our shore. The Prince is gone: but he soon will come, With trumpet-sound, and with beat of drum: Then up with shout, and out with blade— Huzza for the right and the white cockade.
THE WHISTLING THIEF.
When Pat came o'er the hills, his colleen fair to see, Hia whistle, loud and shrill, his signal was to be.
(Shrill whistle.) "Oh! Mary," the mother cried, "there's some one whistling, sure," "Oh! mother, you know it's the wind that's whistling through the door."
(Whistles "Gerryowen.") "I've lived a long time, Mary, in this wide world, my dear. But the wind to whistle like that, I never yet did hear." "But, mother, you know the fiddle hangs just behind the chink, And the wind upon the string is playing a tune, I think."
(Dog barks.) "The dog Is barking now, and the fiddle can't play that tune." "But, mother, you know that dogs will bark, when they see the moon;" "Now how can he see the moon, when you know he's old and blind? Blind dogs can't see the moon, nor fiddles be played by the wind."
(Pig grunts.) "And now there is the pig, onalsy in his mind." "But, mother, you know they say that pigs can see the wind." "That's all very well in the day, but then, I may remark, That pigs, no more than we, can see anything in the dark. "Now I'm not such a fool as you think; I know very well it Is Pat. Be off, you whistling thief! and get along home out of that! And you be oft to your bed, and don't bother me with your tears. For though I've lost my eyes, I have not lost my ears."
(Moral.) Now boys, too near the house don't courting go, d'ye mind, Unless you're certain sure the old woman's both deaf and blind; The days when they were young, forget they never can— They're sure to tell the difference 'twixt a fiddle, a dog, or a man. |
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THERE'S A SWEET LITTLE SPOT.
There's a sweet little spot, away down by Cape Clear, Sure, It's Ireland herself, to all Irishmen dear; Where the white praties blossom like Illigant flowers. And the wild birds sing sweetly above the round towers; And the dear little Shamrock that none can withstand. Is the beautiful Emblem of Old Ireland. |
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