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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER.
179
OH! AMBER-HAIR'D NORA.
Ob! amber-hair'd Nora,
That thy fair head could rest On the arm that would shelter
Or circle thy breast: Thou hast stoi'n all my brain, 1qt»,
And then left me lone— Tho' I'd cross o'er the main, lov»
To call thee my own. My fair on,e is dwelling
By Moy's lovely vale. Her rich locks of amber
Have left my cheek pale; May the king of the Sabbath
Yet grant me to see My herds in the green lanes
Of fair Baileath Buidhe!
OH! LOVE IS A HUNTER BOY.
Oh! Love Is a hunter boy
Who make3 young hearts his prey; And in his nets of Joy
Ensnares them night and day. In vain conceal'd they lie,
Love tracks them ev'rywhere; In vain aloft they fly,—
Love shoots them flying there.
But 'tis his joy most sweet,
At early dawn to trace The print of Beauty's feet
And give the trembler chase. And if, thro' virgin snow,
She tracks her footsteps fair, How sweet for love to know
None went before him there.
MARY OF LIMERICK TOWN.
One morning in July alone as I strayed By the banks of the Shannon, I met a fair maid; Her cheeks were like roses, her hair a dark brown; She is beautiful Mary of sweet Lim'rick town.
As she tripp'd o'er the meadows so green and so gay.
She far outshone Flora, the goddess of May.
I told her I'd freely resign a king's crown
To bo lov'd by fair Mary of sweet Lim'rick town.
"Forbear, sir," she said, "for your suit is in vain. For the lad that I love is cross'd over the main. In London he married a maid of renown, Therefore I will live single in sweet Lim'rick town."
Then finding the maiden so loyal and true, I said, "Sweetheart Mary, I've returned to you. These seven lone years, love, I've rav'd up and down, But my heart was still with you in sweet Lim'rick town."
Then she flew in my arms—with Joy and surprise, And on me she gaz'd with her bright sparkling eyes, By the banks of the Shannon together we sat down, On a bank of primroses by sweet Lim'rick town.
Soon after, with great joy, together we went, And married we were, with her parents' consent; We have great stores of riches our pleasures to crown, And now live In splendor in sweet Lim'rick town.