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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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Seems the beaven above to Tie; All rich colors that we know,
Tinge the cloud wreaths In that sky. Wings ol angels so might shine
Glancing back soft light divine; Beauty's home, Killarney,
Ever fair Killarney— |
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YOU REMEMBER ELLEN.
You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride,
How meekly she blest ber humble lot When the stranger, William, had made her his bride,
And love was the light of their lowly cot. Together they toiled through winds and rains,
Till William, at length, in sadness said, "We must seek our fortune on other plains"—
Then sighing, she left her lowly shed.
They roamed a long and a weary way,
Nor much was the maiden's heart at ease, When now, at close of one stormy day,
They see a proud castle among the trees. "To-night," said the youth, "we'll shelter there;
The wind blows cold, the hour is late;" So he blew the horn with a chieftain's air.
And the porter bowed as they passed the gate.
"Now, welcome, Lady!" exclaimed the youth,
"This castle is thine, and these dark woods all!" She believed him crazed, but his words were truth,
For Ellen is Lady of Rosna Hall! And dearly the Lord of Rosna loves
What William the stranger wooed and wed; And the light of bliss, in these lordly groves,
Shines pure as It did in the lowly shed. |
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YOU WOULD NOT LEAVE YOUR NORAH!
"You would not leave your Norah
To pine alone behind, The wide, wide world before her,
And no one to be kind? The times are hard and trying,
But, Dennis, perhaps they'll mend, You would not leave your Norah?
You yet may want a friend." Chorus.—You would not leave your Norah To pine alone behind,
The wide, wide world before her, And no one to be kind? "Yes, Norah, dear, I'm going.
And yet it breaks my heart, To Bee your eyes are flowing
With tears because we part. 'Tis sad to leave old Erin,
A stranger's home to share, But sadder still, I'm fearing,
With none to love me there."
You could not, etc. "Then, Dennis, take me with you,
You know not half I'd do, There's no one to forbid you,
I've saved a pound or two; I'll soothe you in every sorrow,
If first the priest you'll tell;" Yes, Norah, dear, to-morrow,
Then Erin, fare thee well.
You could not, etc. |
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