TO LADIES' EYES.

AIR.--Fague a Ballagh.

I.

To Ladies' Eyes a round, boy,

We can't refuse, we can't refuse, Though bright eyes so abound, boy,

'Tis hard to choose, 'tis hard to choose, For thick as stars that lighten

Yon airy bowers, yon airy bowers, The countless eyes that brighten

This earth of ours, this earth of ours. But fill the cup—where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!

II.

Some looks there are, so holy,

They seem but given, they seem but given, As splendid beacons solely,

To light to Heaven, to light to Heaven.

While some -oh! ne'er believe them

With tempting ray, with tempting ray,
Would lead us (God forgive them !)
The other way, the other way.

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But fill the cup-where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all !

III.

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In some, as in a mirror,

Love seems portray'd, Love seems portray'd, But shun the flattering error,

'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade. Himself has fix'd his dwelling

In eyes we know, in eyes we know, And lips--but this is telling,

So here they go ! so here they go ! Fill up, fill up--where'er, boy,

, Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!

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FORGET NOT THE FIELD.

AIR.—The Lamentation of Aughrim.

I.

Forget not the field where they perish’d,

The truest, the last of the brave,
All gone—and the bright hope they cherish'd

Gone with them, and quench'd in their grave!

II.
Oh! could we from death but recover

Those hearts, as they bounded before,
In the face of high Heaven to fight over

That combat for freedom once more ;

III.
Could the chain for an instant be riven

Which Tyranny flung round us then,
Oh! 'tis not in Man nor in Heaven,

To let Tyranny bind it again!

IV.
But 'tis past-and, though blazon'd in story

The name of our Victor may be,

Accursed is the march of that glory
Which treads o'er the hearts of the free.

Far dearer the grave or the prison,

Illumed by one patriot name,
Than the trophies of all who have risen

On Liberty's ruins to fame !

THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.

AIR.—Noch bonin shin doe.

I.

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They may rail at this life-from the hour I began it,

I've found it a life full of kindness and bliss ; And, until they can show me some happier planet,

More social and bright, I'll content me with this. As long as the world has such eloquent eyes,

As before me this moment enraptured I see, They may say what they will of their orbs in the skies, But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.

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II. In Mercury's star, where each minute can bring them

New sunshine and wit from the fountain on high, Though the nymphs may have livelier poets to sing

them, They've none, even there, more enamour'd than I. And, as long as this harp can be waken'd to love,

And that eye its divine inspiration shall be, They may talk as they will of their Edens above,

But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.

III.

In that star of the west, by whose shadowy splendour.

At twilight so often we've roam'd through the dew. There are maidens, perhaps, who have bosoms as tender

And look, in their twilights, as lovely as you.+ But, though they were even more bright than the quee

Of that isle they inhabit in Heaven's blue sea, As I never those fair young celestials have seen,

Why,—this earth is the planet for you, love, and ni