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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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Then a raven tress from his bosom talcing, That now was stained with his life stream shed,
A fervent prayer on that ringlet making, He blessings sought on the loved one's head.
And visions fair of his native mountains Arose, enchanting his fading sight;
Her emerald valleys and crystal fountains Were never shining more clear and bright.
But grasping his little cruiskeen,
He pledged that dear island so green: "Though far from thy valleys I die, Dearest isle of my heart, thou art nigh,
As though absent I never had been."
A tear now fell, for as life was sinking.
The pride that guarded his manly eye Had weaker grown, and such tender thinking
Brought heaven and home, his true love, nigh; But, with the fire of his gallant nation,
He scorned surrender without a blow; He met death with capitulation,
And with warlike honors he would go. But drawing his little cruiskeen He drank to his cruel colleen,
To the emerald land of his birth,
Then lifeless he sunk to the earth, Brave a soldier as ever was seen. |
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KATE KEARNEY.
Oh! did you ne'er hear of Kate Kearney? She lives on the banks of Killarney; From the glance of her eye, shun danger and fly, For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney.
For that eye is so modestly beaming, You'd ne'er think of mischief she's dreaming; Yet, oh! I can tell, how fatal's the spell That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney. «
O, should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney, Who lives on the banks of Killarney, Beware of her smile, for many a wile Lies hid In the smile of Kate Kearney.
Though she looks so bewitchingly simple, Yet there's mischief in every dimple, And who dares inhale her sigh's spicy gale. Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney. |
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WIDOW MALONE.
Did you hear of the Widow Malone
Ohone Who lived in the town of Athlone?
Ohone! Oh, she melted the hearts Of the swains in them parts, So lovely the Widow Malone,
Ohone! So lovely the Widow Malone.
Of lovers she had a full score,
Or mort, And fortunes they all had galore,
In store: From the minister down To the clerk of the crown, All were courting the Widow Malone,
Ohone! All were courting the Widow Malone. |
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