THE SILVERY LEE.-Continued. The Tagus, with its golden sand, As the pure and silvery Lee. 'Tis not the voice that tongues the stream, But 'tis her voice, who whispers me,- THE TWISTING OF THE ROPE. Translated from the Irish, by E. WALSH. WHAT mortal conflict drove me here to roam, If thou be mine, be mine both day and night, In Sligo first I did my love behold, GRACE NUGENT. BY CAROLAN. Translated by SAMUEL FERGUSON. BRIGHTEST blossom of the spring, Day and night my Coolun* near, Her neck outdoes the stately swan, This is what I fain would say Drink your health and happiness. * Coolun means a fine head of hair, and the term is often used as one of endearment. †This "bird-voice lady" (how sweet the epithet!) was a fair daughter of the Nugent of Castle Nugent, Columbre. BY CHARLES LEVER. AIR-" Thady ye Gander." You may talk, if you please, But, wherever you roam, wherever you roam, Half so lovely or sweet As the girls at home, the girls at home. Nor so long is their nose, But between me and you, between me and you, They are just as alarming, And ten times more charming, With hazel and blue, with hazel and blue. THE GIRLS OF THE WEST.-Continued. They don't ogle a man Till his heart's in a flame, his heart's in a flame, They've a look in their eye That just comes to the same, just comes to the same, But a petticoat short Shows an ankle the best, an ankle the best, I dare not go further, So here's to the West, so here's to the West. WHEN MY OLD HAT WAS NEW. BY THOMAS MOORE. WHEN my old hat was new, now thirty-six long years, There have been brought to pass with us a change or two Our parliament did sit then in our native land: The nobles of our country were then our neighbors near, And our old squires and gentry made always jolly cheer. Ah! every night at some one's house or other's was a crew Of merry lords and commoners, when my old hat was new. They're altered times entirely as plainly now appears, WITH deep affection I often think of Those Shandon bells, On this I ponder And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee; Of the river Lee. *Shandon Church is an odd-looking old structure in the City of Cork. |