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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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WHILE GAZING ON THE MOON'S IIGHT.
While gazing on the moon's light,
A moment from her smile I turned, To look at orbs that, more bright,
In lone and distant glory burned. But too far, each proud star,
For me to feel its warming flame; Much more dear that mild sphere,
Which near our planet smiling came; Thus, Mary, be but thou my own;
While brighter eyes unheeded play, I'll love those moonlight looks alone,
That bless my home and guide my way. «
The day had sunk In dim showers.
But midnight now, with lustre meet, Illumed all the pale flowers.
Like hope upon a mourner's cheek. I said (while the moon's smile
Played o'er a stream, in dimpling bliss) "The moon looks on many brooks.
The brook can see no moon but this." And thus, I thought, our fortunes run,
For many a lover looks to thee; While oh, I feel there Is but one.
One Mary in the world for me! |
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WILLY REILLY.
"Oh, rise up, Willy Rellly, and come along with me,
I mean for to go with you and leave this counterie.
To leave my father's dwelling-house, his houses and free land;"
And away goes Willy Rellly and his dear Colleen Bawn.
They go by hills and mountlns, and by yon lonesome plain, Through shady groves and valleys, all dangers to refrain; But her father followed after, with a well-arm'd band, And taken was poor Rellly and his dear Colleen Bawn.
It's home then she was taken, and In her closet bound, Poor Rellly all in Sligo jail lay on the stony ground, Till at the bar of justice before the Judge he'd stand. For. nothing but the stealing of his dear Colleen Bawn. "Now, in the cold, cold Iron; my hands and feet are bound, I'm handcuffed like a murderer, and tied unto the ground, But all the toil and slavery I'nl willing for to stand, Still hoping to be succored by my dear Colleen Bawn."
The jailor's son to Reilly goes, and thus to him did say, "Oh! get up, Willy Reilly, you must appear this day, For great Squire Foillard's anger you never can withstand, I'm afear'd you'll suffer sorely for your dear Colleen Bawn."
Now Willy's dressed from top to toe allTn a suit of green. His hair hangs o'er his shoulders most glorious to be seen; He's tall and straight and comely, as any could be found, He's fit for Foillard's daughter, was she the heiress to a crown.
"This Is the news, young Reilly, last night that I did hear, The lady's oath will hang you, or else will set you clear." "If that be so," says Reilly, "her pleasure I will stand, Still hoping to be succored by my dear Colleen Bawn."
The Judge he said, "This lady being in her tender youth, If Reilly has deluded her, she will declare the truth." Then, like a moving beauty bright before him she did stand, "You'ra welcome there, my heart's delight and dear Colleen Bawn."
"Oh, gentlemen," Squire Foillard said, "with pity look on me, This villain came amongst us to disgrace our family; And by his base contrivances this villainy was planned, It I don't get satisfaction I'll quit this Irish land." |
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