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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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Oh, Nancy, lovely Nancy, It was I won your heart!
In your father's garden, that day we did part,
'In your father's garden, within a green shadow tree.
Where I rolled you in my arms in your mantle so green!
This couple have got married I heard people say;
They had nobles to attend them on their wedding day.
Now peace 1s proclaimed and the war is all o'er,
You are welcome to my arms, lovely Nancy, once more! |
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PEGGY BAWN.
As I gaed o'er the Highland hills
To a farmer's house I came, The night being dark and something wet,
I ventur'd into the same, Where I was kindly treated,
And a pretty girl I spied, Who ask'd me if I had a wife,
But marriage I denied. I courted her the lea-lang eve,
Till near the dawn of day, When frankly she to me did say
"Alang with thee I'll gae; For Ireland Is a fine country,
And the Scots to you are kin. So I will gang alang wi' thee,
My fortune to begin." Day being come and breakfast
To the parlor I was ta'ep, The gude man kindly asked me
If I'd marry his daughter Jane; "Five hundred inerks I'll give her,
Beside a piece of Ian'," But scarcely had he spoke the word
Than I thought of Peggy Bawn. "Your offer, sir, Is very good,
And I thank you, too," said I; "But I cannot be your son-in-law,
And I'll tell you the reason why; My business calleth me 1n haste;
I am the king's servant bound, -And I must gang awa' this day - Straight to Bdlngburgh town." Oh, Peggy Bawn, thou art my own,
And thy heart lies in my breast, And tho' we at a distance are,
Yet I love thee still the best; Although we at a distance are,
And the seas between us roar, Yet I'll be constant, Peggy Bawn,
To thee forevermore. |
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PADDIES EVERMORE.
The hour is past to fawn or crouch as suppliants for our right;
Let word and deed unshrinking vouch the banded millions' might;
Let them who scorned the fountain rill now dread the torrent's roar,
And hear our echoed chorus still, we're Paddies evermore;
Let them who scorned the fountain rill now dread the torrent's roar,
And hear our echoed chorus still, we're Paddles evermore.
What though they menace suffering men their threats and them despise;
Or promise justice once again we know their words are lies;
We stand resolved those rights to claim they robbed us of before,
Our own dear nation and our name, as Paddies, and no more.
Look round—the Frenchmen governs France, the Spaniard rules In Spain,
The gallant Pole but waits his chance to break the Russian chain;
The strife for freedom here begun we never will give o'er,
Nor own a land on earth but one—we're Paddles and no more. |
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