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U8 HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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OULD IRELAND! YOU'RE MY DARLIN'.
Ould Ireland! you're my jewel, sure,
My heart's delight and glory; Till time shall pass his empty glass.
Your name shall live in story. And this shall be the song for m»,
The first my heart was larnin', Before my tongue one accent sung
"Ould Ireland! you're my darlin'.!" My blessings on each manly son
Of thine who will stand by thee; But hang the knave and dastard slave
So base as to deny thee; Then bould and free, while yet for me
The globe is round us whirlin', My song shall be, "Gra Galmachree,
Ould Ireland! you're my darlin'!" Sweet spot of earth that gave me birth,
Deep in my soul I cherish "While life remains within these veins,
A love that ne'er can perish. If It was a thing that I could sing.
Like any thrush or starlin". In cage or tree, my song should be,
"Ould Ireland! you're my darlin'.!" |
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LIMERICK RACES.
I'm a simple Irish lad, I've resolved to see some fun, sirs; So, to satisfy my mind, to Limerick town I come, sirs; Oh, murther! what a precious place, and what a charming city, Where the boys are all so free, and the girls are all so pretty! CHORUS.—Musba ring a ding a da, Ri too ral laddy Oh! Musha ring a ding a da, Ri too ral laddy Oh! It was on the first of May, when I began my rambles, When everything was there, both jaunting cars and gambols; I looked along the road, what was lined with smiling faces, All driving off ding-dong, to go and see the races.
Musha ring a ding a da, «tc. So then I was resolved to go and see the race, sirs, And on a coach and four I neatly took my place, sirs, When a chap bawls out "Behind!" and the coachman dealt a Mow, Firs; Faith, he hit me just as fair as if his eyes were in his poll, sire.
Musha ring a ding a da, etc. So then I had to walk, and make no great delay, sirs, Until I reached the course, where everything was gay, sirs; It's then I spied a wooden house, and in the upper story. The band struck up a tune, called "Garryowen and Glory."
Musha ring a ding a da, etc. There was fiddlers playing jigs, there was lads and lassies dancing, And chaps upon their nags, round the course sure they were prancing, Some was drinking whiskey-punch, while others bawl'd out gaily, "Hurrah then for the shamrock green, and the splinter of shillelah."
Musha ring a ding a da, etc. There were betters to and fro, to see who would win the race, sirs, And one of the sporting1 chaps of course came up to me, sirs; Says he, "I'll bet you fifty pounds, and I'll put it down this minute." "Ah, then, ten to one," says I, "the foremost horse will win it."
Musha ring a ding a da, etc. When the players came to town, and a funny set was they, I paid my two thirteens to go and see the play, They acted kings and cobblers, queens, and everything so gaily, But I found myself at home when they struck up "Paddy Carey,"
Musha ring a ding a da, etc. |
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