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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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NO IRISH NEED APPLY.
In th» papers have you read, have you noticed what th»/ uli?
No Irish people need apply to earn their daily hread;
But I'll plainly show to you what our Irishmen can do.
In honesty I'll sbow you what they really ought to do.
On this you may rely, you will find out by-and-by
That the sons of Erin's sunny isle are welcome to apply.
On the plains of Waterloo, where bullets like hailstones flew,
There was the Duke of Wellington, bad luck to him what did he do?
He bate poor Bonaparte, though he wore an Irish heart,
He won his wreath of laurels, though the Irish won their part,
Faugh-a-ballagh! they did cry, We will conquer or we'll die!
Proud England, mind your Irishmen, you'll need them by-and-by.
Just note the Irish girl as she Is skipping to the well, With blossoms blooming on her cheek, like roses In the dell; She Is so bright and fair, with her Jet black eyes and hair, Show me your English lady who a brighter name can bear J Then rise them as you should, for 'tis fit we all do good: Oh, never crush an Irishman, but raise him as you should. |
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OH, LEAVE NOT YOUR KATHLEEN.
Oh, leave not your Kathleen to cross the dark sea,
For she will be lonely, she cares but for thee:
The scenes that were bright will fade from her view,
Oh, say you'll not leave me for scenes that are new;
Oh, why do you leave the land of your birth,
The sweet land of shamrock, the home of your youth?
'Tis an emerald that glistens In the bright sunlight's gleam
When away you'll forget her and your darling, Kathleen.
Oh, leave not your Kathleen, your Colleen Bawn, She'll be broken-hearted when from her you're gone; Her eyes will grow dim, the smile lose its beam. The blush on her fair cheek will lose its soft gleam Oh, stay by her side and pass the sweet hours, Together we'll wander in Killarney's green howers; Oh, think not from Erin there's a far brighter scene, And leave not her shores and your darling, Kathleen. Oh, have you forgotten your own Colleen Bawn, And the days when we strolled on the beach and the lawn? 'Twas then you first told me of love's winning powers, When beside the still stream we plucked the wild flowers. And now you would leave me to wander afar, 'And forget your Kathleen and Erln-go-bragh; No kind heart will cheer her if now we must sever, When you part from your Kathleen we're parted forever. |
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RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore;
But, oh! her beauty was far beyond
Her sparkling gems or snow-white wand.
"Lady! dost thou not fear to stray
So lone and lovely through this bleak way?
Are Erin's sons so good or so cold
As not to be tempted by woman or gold?"
"Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm,
No son of Erin will offer me harm;
For though they love woman and golden store,
Sir Knight! they love honor and virtue more."
On she went, and her maiden smile
In safety lighted her 'round the green isle;
And blest forever is she who relied
Upon Erin's honor and Erin's pride. |
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