PADDY O'RAFTHER.- Continued. So Paddy went off to the brisk Widow Hoy, And the pullet, between them, was eaten with joy, Paddy O'Rafther!" Then Paddy went back to the priest the next day, To a poor lonely widow, in want and dismay, The loss of her spouse weeping asther. Well, now," says the priest, "I'll absolve you, my lad, For repentantly making the best of the bad, In feeding the hungry and cheering the sad, Paddy O Rafther!" I SAW FROM THE BEACH. BY THOMAS MOORE. I SAW from the beach, when the morning was shining, I came, when that sun o'er the beach was declining,- Ah! such is the fate of our life's early promise, So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known: Each wave, that we danc'd on at morning, ebbs from us, And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone! Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night:Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light. Oh! who would not welcome that moment's returning, THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING. BY THOMAS MOORE. THE time I've lost in wooing, In woman's eyes, Were woman's looks, And folly's all they've taught me. Her smile, when Beauty granted, Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Was turn'd away, Oh! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going? For brilliant eyes Is now as weak as ever! WE MAY ROAM THROUGH THIS WORLD. BY THOMAS MOORE. WE may roam through this world like a child at a feast For sensitive hearts and for sunbright eyes. roam, When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, In England, the garden of beauty is kept By a dragon of prudery placed within call; That the garden's but carelessly watch'd after all. Which warms the touch, while winning the sense, Then remember, &c. In France, when the heart of a woman sets sail, But just pilots her off, and then bids her good bye! Ever smiling beside his faithful oar, Through billows of woe and beams of joy The same as he look'd when he left the shore. Then remember, &c. DRIMIN DONN DILIS. BY JOHN WALSH. OH! Drimin donn dilis! the landlord has come, My heart it is cold as the white winter's snow; When a robber denies us the right we should live. With my health and my strength, with hard labor and toil, The summer shone round us, above and below, Your limbs they were plump then, your coat it was silk, For freely it came in the calm summer's noon, How often you left the green side of the hill, From your snug little pen at the edge of the bawn. But they racked and they ground me with tax and with ret, I knelt down three times for to utter a prayer, I bid you, old comrade, a long, last farewell, For the gaunt hand of famine has clutched us too well With a blight on his life, and a brand on his brow. BY MEMORY INSPIRED. STREET BALLAD. AIR.-"Cruiskeen Lawn." By Memory inspired And love of country fired, The deeds of MEN I love to dwell upon; Of my spirit must bestow A tribute to O'Connell that is gone, boys, gone! In October 'Ninety-seven May his soul find rest in heaven William Orr to execution was led on: That IRISH was his creed : For perjury and threats drove them on, boys, on : In 'Ninety-eight-the month July- When Reynolds gave the gallows brave MacCann ; One could not allay his thirst So he brought up Bond and Byrne that are gone, boys, gone; Here's the memory of the friends that are gone! We saw a nation's tears Shed for John and Henry Shears : Betrayed by Judas, Captain Armstrong; We may forgive, but yet We never can forget The poisoning of Maguire that is gone, boys, gone : How did Lord Edward die? But he left his handiwork on Major Swan! And coward heart at best, Left us cause to mourn Lord Edward that is gone, boys, gone; Here's the memory of our friends that are gone! |