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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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WOODS OF GREEN ERIN.
Oh! ■woods of green Erin! sweet, sweet was the breeze,
That rustled long since thro* your wide spreading trees.
And sweet was the flow of your waters to hear,—
And precious the cabin, the home of my dear:
For then, thro' your groves, by your waters I walk'd.
And with Norah, of love and of happiness taik'd,
While calm as the moonlight, that silver'd your charms,
My child, softly sleeping, lay press'd in her arms,
My child, softly sleeping, lay press'd In her arms.
But now that I visit thee Erin, again,
Though years have passed o'er me, they've pass'd me In vain;
Thy woods and thy lakes, and thy mountains no more,
Can renew such fond thrills, as they kindled before.
Still green are thy mountains, still green are thy groves,
Still tranquil the water, my sad spirit loves;
But dark is my home, and wild, wild its trees wave,
And the dew now falls coldly on Norah's lone grave,
And the dew now falls coldly on Norah's lone grave. |
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DUBLIN LASSES.
Cupid to fulfil a duty,
Lately from Idalia passes; Hovering o'er the Isle of beauty, Gave the palm to Dublin lasses. O, the dear delighting lasses, "Who compare with Dublin lasses. Wit and beauty both combine, And sweetly shine in Dublin lasses. Venus with a view to 'teaze him,
Sent him next to Mount Parnassus, De'il a damsel there could please him, Like our charming Dublin lasses. O, the dear, delighting, etc. Love Is theirs, best boon of nature, Tendered by the kindred graces. Each endearing glance and feature Binds the heart to Dublin lasses. O, the dear, delighting, etc. Music may have charms for many.
Others stifle care o'er glasses,
My delight and boast is Fanny,
Fairest of the Dublin lasses.
O, the dear, delighting, etc. Sigh who will for golden treasure.
Mine's a gem that gold surpasses, Fanny's smiles give wealth and pleasure, Gifts reserved for the Dublin lasses. O, the dear, delighting, etc. |
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ILL OMENS.
When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow, And stars in the heavens still lingering shone,
Young Kitty, all blushing, rose up from her pillow, The last time she e'er was to press it alone.
For the youth whom she treasur'd her heart and her soul In Had promis'd to link the last tie before noon;
And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after It soon. |
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