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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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SOGGARTH AROON.
Am I the slave they say,
Soggarth aroon? Since you did show the way,
Soggarth aroon, Their slave no more to be, "While they would work with m« Ould Ireland's slavery,
Soggarth aroon?
Why not her poorest man,
Soggarth aroon, Try and do all he can,
Soggarth aroon, -Her commands to fulfil Of his own heart and will Side by side with you still,
Soggarth aroon?
Loyal and brave to you,
Soggarth aroon. Yet be no slave to you,
Soggarth aroon,— Nor, out of fear to you, Stand up so near to you— Och! out of fear to you!
Soggarth aroon!
Who, In the winter's night,
Soggarth aroon, When the cowid blast did bite,
Soggarth aroon, Came to my cabin-door, And, on my earthen flure Knelt by me, sick and poor
Soggarth aroon?
Who on the marriage-day,
Soggarth aroon. Made the poor cabin gay,
Soggarth aroon— And did both laugh and sing. Making our hearts to ring. At the poor christening,
Soggarth aroon?
Who, as friend only met,
Soggarth aroon, Never did flout me yet,
Soggarth aroon? And when my heart was dim, Gave, while his eye did -brim, What I should give to him,
Soggarth aroon? |
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COOLUN.
Oh! the hours I have pass'd In the arms of my dear,
Can never be thought on but with a sad tear,
Oh! forbear. Oh! forbear, then, to mention her name,
It recalls to my mem'ry the cause of my pain.
How often to love me she fondly has sworn,
And when parted from me would ne'er cease to mourn;
All hardships for me she would cheerfully bear,
And at night on my bosom forget all her care.
To some distant climate together we'll roam.
And forget all the hardships we meet with at home;
Fate now be propitious and grant me thine aid:
Give me my Pastora and I'm more than repaid. |
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