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HYLAND'a MAMMOTH |
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FOR IRELAND I'D NOT TELL.
One eve as I happen'd to stray
On the banks that are bordering mine, A maiden came full in my way,
Who left me In anguish to pine, The slave of the charms and the mein.
And the silver-ton'd voice of the dame; To meet her I sped o'er the green,
Yet for Ireland I'd not tell her name! A maiden young, tender, refin'd,
On the lands that are bordering mine, Hath virtues and graces of mind,
And features surpassingly fine. Blent amber and yellow compose
The ringleted hair of the dame. Her cheek hath the bloom of the rose,
Yet for Ireland I'd not tell her name! |
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ONE NIGHT IN MY YOUTH.
One night in my youth as I rov'd with my merry pipe, List'ning the echoes that rang to the tune,
I met Kitty More with her two lips so cherry ripe; "Phelim," says she, "give us Ellen Aroon."
"Dear Kitty," says I, "thou'rt so charmingly free; Now, if thou wilt deign thy sweet voice to the measure, 'Twill make all the echoes run giddy with pleasure,
For none in fair Erin can sing it like thee!"
My chanter I piled with my heart beating gaily, I pip'd up the strain while so sweetly she sung.
The soft melting melody fill'd all the valley, The green woods around us in harmony rung.
Methought that she verily charm'd up the moon! Now, still as I wander in village or city, When good people call for some favorite ditty,
I give them sweet Kitty and Ellen Aroon. |
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HUNTING SONGS.
The first day of spring in the year Ninety-three, The first recreation was in this countrie; The King's county gentlemen o'er hills, dales and rocks, They rode out so jovially In search of a fox. Chorus.—Tally-ho, hark away! Tally-ho! hark away!
Tally-ho, hark away, my boys, away, hark away! When Reynard was started he faced Tullamore, And Arklow and Wicklow along the seashore, We kept his brush in view ev'ry yard of the way, And he straight took his course through the street of Roscrea.
Tally-ho, hark away, etc. But Reynard, sly Reynard, lay hid there that night, And they swore they would watch him until the daylight; So early next morning the woods did resound With the echo of horns and the sweet cry of hounds.
Tally-ho, hark away, etc. When Reynard was taken his wishes to fulfil He called for ink and paper and pen to write his will; r And what he made mention of they found it no blank, For he gave them a cheque on the national bank.
Tally-ho, hark away, etc. "To you, Mister Casey, I give my whole estate, And to you, young O'Brien, my money and my plate; I give to you, Sir Francis, my whip, spurs and cap, For you cross'd walls and ditches and ne'er looked for a gap!"
Tally-ho, hark away, etc. |
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