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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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MARY OF TIPPERARY.
From sweet Tlpperary,
See light-hearted Mary,
Her step like a fairy, Scarce ruffles the dew.
As she joyously springs.
And as joyously sings.
Disdaining such things As a stocking or shoe:
For she goes bare-footed.
Like Venus or Cupid,
And who'd be so stupid To put her in silk?
When her sweet foot and ankle
The dew drops bespangle,
As she trips o'er the lawn
At the blush of the dawn—
As she trips o'er the lawn With her pall full of milk!
For the dance, when arrayed,
See this bright mountain maid,
If her hair she would braid, With young beauty's fond lure,
O'er some clear fountain stooping,
Her dark tresses looping, Diana herself had not mirror more pure!
How lovely that toilet,
Would fashion dare soil it,
With paint or with patches, When nature bestows,
A beauty more simple,
In mirth's artless dimple,
Heav'n's light In her eye.
The soft blue of the sky,
Heav'n's light in her eye, And a blush like the rose! |
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HAD I A HEART.
Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd,
I ne'er could injure you; For tho' tongue no promise claim'd.
Your charms would make me true; To you no soul shall bear deceit,
No stranger offer wrong, But friends in all the ag'd you meet,
And lovers in the young. But when they learn that you have bless'd
Another with your heart, They'll bid aspiring passion -rest^
And act a brother's part. Then, lady, dread not here deceit,
Nor fear to suffer wrong; For friends in all the ag'd you'll meet,
And brothers tn the young. |
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0! OPEN THE DOOR.
O! open the door, some pity to shew;
O! open the door to me, O! Tho' thou hast been false, I'll ever prove true!
O! open the door to me! O! "O! cold is the blast upon my pale cheek,
But colder thy love for me, O! The frost that freezes the life at my breast
Is naught to my pains for thee, O! |
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