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HIBERNIAN SONGSTKR. 75 |
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Oh! my shadow on the wall, Molly dear, Molly dear,
Isn't like myself at all. For I've got so very thin, myself says 'tisn't him, But that purty girl so slim, Molly dear, Molly dear,
And I'm not myself at all. If thus I smaller grow, all fretting, dear, for you, "TIs you should make up the deficiency,
So just let Father Taaf,
Make you my better half, And you will not the worse for the addition be;
Oh! I'm not myself at all. I'll be not myself at all, Molly dear, Molly dear,
'Till you my own I call; Since a change o'er me there came, sure you might change your name, And 'twould just come to the same, Molly dear, Molly dear,
Oh! 'twould just come to the same; For if you and I were one, all confusion would be gone, ■ . And 'twould simplify the mather entirely,
And 'twould save us so much bother,
When we'd both be one another. So listen now to rayson, Molly Brierly;
Oh! I'm not myself at all.
MARY OF FERMOY.
Just eighteen years of age I am, my father's only joy,
He owns a little farm and cot, In a place they call "Fermoy;"
He gave me all the care be could, since my poor mother died,
And I became my father's pet, and they say the village pride.
He often took me on his knee, when I was but a child,
And kissed me o'er and o'er again, and blessed me as he smiled;
Of lovers I have got a score, and some in dear Permoy,
And one across the ocean wide, his name is Pat Malloy.
His mother keeps a huckster shop, well known for miles around.
And search the country through and through, her equal can't be found;
,But alas! the times came very hard, the landlord raised the-rent,
And Pat to live in Idleness could no longer be content.
He came and asked a question; and I answered, "Yes; I will."
He kissed me many times, as if he'd never get his fill;
Oh! God will surely bless him, and protect my darling joy,
Till be comes back to Ireland, and his Mary of Fermoy.
He left Fermoy for England, and there across the sea,
■For good Columbia's happy shores, blest land of liberty;
Where Erin's sons are not the slaves of landlord or of queen,
And where they can without offence wear their country's badge of green.
My Pat has written home to me to other loves decline.
For he has promised me bis heart, and I know that be has mine;
And now he's coming home again, to visit dear Fermoy,
Then Father Boyce will change my name, to Mistress Pat Malloy. |
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UP FOR THE GREEN!
*TIs the green—Of the green is the color of the true,
And we'll back It 'gainst the orange and we'll*raise It o'er tho blue"
For the color of our Fatherland alone should here be seen—
'TIb the color of the martyred dead—our own immortal green.
Then up for the green, boys, and up for the green!
O, 'tla down to the dust, and a shame to be seen;
But we've hands—O, we've bands, boys, full strong enough, I wean,
To rescue and to raise again our own immortal green! They may say they have power, 'tis vain to oppose— 'TIs better to obey and live, than surely die as foes; But we scorn all their threats, boys, whatever they may mean; •* For we trust in God above us, and we dearly love the green.
So we'll up for the green, and we'll up for the green!
O, to die Is far better than be cursed as we have been;
And we've hearts—O, we've hearts, boys, full true enough, I ween,
To rescue and to raise again our own Immortal green! |
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