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HEENAN AND SAYERS.-Continued.

But then the thirty-seventh round came on to be the last,
The Briton's friends they plainly saw their man was failing fast;
When Heenan gave him another blow, which made them feel
forlorn-

The Briton's friends jumped in the ring and said the fight was

drawn.

But Heenan called on Sayers again to come and fight it out,
But he was so badly punished he could scarcely open his mouth;
Heenan said: The fight is mine-and stood upon his ground—
Saying: I am the champion of the world, in the thirty-seventh
round.

THE VIRGIN MARY'S BANK.

THE evening star rose beauteous above the fading day,
As to the lone and silent beach the Virgin came to pray,
And hill and wave shone brightly in the moonlight's mellow fall;
But the bank of green where Mary knelt was brightest of them

all.

The master saw our Lady as he stood upon the prow;
And marked the whiteness of her robe-the radiance of her brow;
Her arms were folded gracefully upon her stainless breast,
And her eyes look'd up among the stars to Him her soul lov'd
best.

He pressed her hand and said: " My darling,
Tell me the reason you changed your mind;
Or have I loved you to be degraded,

Tho' youth and innocence are in their
prime?

Slow moving o'er the waters, a gallant bark appeared,

For I am slighted and ill requited
For all the favors I did bestow;

And her joyous crew look'd from the deck as to the land she You'll surely tell me before I leave you,
Why you're inclined now to treat me so.'

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He showed her to his sailors, and he hail'd her with a cheer,
And on the kneeling Virgin they gazed with laughter and jeer;
And madly swore, a form so fair, they never saw before;
And they curs'd the faint and lagging breeze that kept them
from the shore.

near'd;

To the calm and shelter'd haven she floated like a swan,

And her wings of snow o'er the waves below in pride and beauty With great acuteness she made him answer,

shone.

Saying: "On your favors I would rely,
But you might contrive to blast my glory,
And our marriage day you might hover by.
Young men, in general, are fickle-minded,
And to trust you I am afraid;
If for your favors I am indebted,
Both stock and interest you shall be paid."

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THE TRUE LOVERS' DISCUSSION.

ONE pleasant evening, as pinks and daisies
Closed in their bosoms a drop of dew,
The feathered warblers of every species,
As I did stray, wrapped in meditation,
Together chanted their notes so true.

It charmed my heart to hear them sing;
The silent orbs of night were just arising,
And the air in concert did sweetly sing.

When the calm and purple morning shone out on high Dunmore,
Full many a mangled corpse was seen on Inchidony's shore;
And to this day the fisherman shows where the scoffers sank;
And still he calls that hillock green, "the Virgin Mary's bank."

With joy transported, each sight I courted;
Whilst gazing 'round with inspective eye,
Two youthful lovers, in conversation
Closely engaged, I chanced to spy:
Those couple spoke with such force of reason,
Their sentiments they expressed so clear,
And just to listen to their conversation,
My inclination was to draw near.

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THE IRISH SPREE.

A FORTNIGHT ago, boys, me and Martin Brallagan, Timothy McCarty and Darby O'Callagan,

Went for a spree down to Patsy Murphy's restaurant,
And being fond of fun, of course, we took some girls along.
We said to Murphy: Bring us half a gallon in,
Also some whisky for the girls, they're included in;
When he brought it in, we said shove it up to Flaherty,
For he's our boss, and will settle up on Saturday.
Murphy said: No! for he's had quite enough of us,
He strapped us and never got the stuff of us;
We'd done him brown, but we couldn't do him black again,
So he picked up the drink and was going to take it back again,
When up jumped McCarty, and asked him what he meant by it?
And swore if he did take it back he'd repent of it.
Murphy said: Och! and was going to take the pitcher,
When up jumped O'Callagan, and neatly knocked his snitcher.
He shouted: Murder! Police! and Suicide!

Then to help him, Brallagan rushed up to his side,
Gave him such a kick it nearly knocked his belly in,
Then he called the barman, Patsy Kelly, in;

In came Kelly, and he had a lot of swagger, too,
Brought in a poker and tongs, and daggers, too;
He got a clout that very soon hit him down,
Since that day poor Kelly's never sit down.
Bang went the bottles, and bang went the glasses, too,
We were enjoying it, and so were the lasses, too;
Smash went the windows, and smash went the furniture,
Then on the fire we put it for to burn it, sure;
Then in the bar-room we turned the rum and whisky on,
That's what the boys and girls all got frisky on.
Big John Burk and little Martin Brallagan
Served us a trick, forget we never shall again;
Only because they couldn't get a drop o' gin,
What does they do but goes and calls a copper in;
He got his head split, then we had the laugh at him,`
For when he was down we used his own club on him.
He blew his whistle, when up came a score of them,
Privates, detectives, sergeants, and more of them;
They were no use, for we soon got the best of them;
And when on the ground we danced on every chest of them.
One got away, faith! it's true what I told you,
He brought back with him a regiment of soldiers,
Also a magistrate, because we wouldn't quiet act,
And what does he do, but he goes and reads the riot act.
They seized McCarty, and then little Brallagan,
Then into them went the girls and O'Callagan;
They left sixteen dead upon the floor, they did,
And then I sloped out of the back door, I did.
They have ten warrants out for murder and robbery, \
As for myself they can all go to bobbery,
For I am going away as soon as day is dawning,

I set sail for Australia in the morning.

THE ROSE OF TRALEE.

CHARMING JUDY CALLAGHAN.

"TWAS on a windy night

At two o'clock in the morning, An Irish lad so tight,

All wind and weather scorning,

She was lovely and fair as the rose in the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me,
Oh, no, 'twas the truth in her eye ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the rose of Tralee.

At Judy Callaghan's door,
Sitting upon the palings,
His love-tale he did pour,

And this was part of his wailings:-
Only say

You'll be Mrs. Brallaghan,
Don't say nay,

Charming Judy Callaghan!

THE pale moon was rising above the green mountain,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea,
When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain

That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee.

The cool shades of ev'ning their mantle was spreading,
And Mary, all smiling, and list'ning to me,
The moon thro' the valley her pale rays was shedding,
When I won the heart of the rose of Tralee.

Though lovely and fair, etc.

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As everybody's knowing; You've got a decent tongue When'er 'tis set agoing.

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Only say

You'll have Mr. Brallaghan,
Don't say nay,
Charming Judy Callaghan!

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Innisfallen's ruined shrine

May suggest a passing sigh,
But man's faith can ne'er decline
Such God's wonders floating by.
Castle Lough and Glenna Bay,

Mountains Tore and Eagle's Nest; Still at Mucross you must pray,

Though the monks are now at rest. Angels wonder not that man There would fain prolong life's span; Beauty's home, Killarney, Ever fair Killarney.

TIM MACARTHY'S DAUGHTER.

TIM MACARTHY gave a party, invitations he sent out

To two or three dozens of big-headed cousins,

No place else can charm the eye With such bright and varied tints; Every rock that you pass by,

Verdure broiders or besprints. Virgin there the green grass grows, Every morn Spring's natal day; Bright-hued berries daff the snows, Smiling Winter's frown away. Angels often pausing there, Doubt if Eden were more fair; Beauty's home, Killarney, Ever fair Killarney.

To tall and short and thin and stout;

Mrs. Tim the room did trim, and candle-greased the floor so well

That half of the dancers fell down in the lancers

And hurt their-I'm afraid to tell;

How they banged at the door, in they came with a roar

Oh, souch a teasing, a squeezing and sneezing,
Tim Brannigan walked on the chests of a score;

Oh, 'twas death to tall hats, coats got used up as mats,

Till they were in with the struggle and din,
You'd have thought you were out in the yard with the cats.

Music there for echo dwells,
Makes each sound a harmony;
Many voiced the chorus swells,
Till it faints in ecstasy.
With the charmful tints below

Seems the heaven above to vie;
All rich colors that we know

Tinge the cloud wreaths in that sky.
Wings of angels so might shine,
Glancing back soft light divine;
Beauty's home, Killarney,
Ever fair Killarney.

CHORUS.

Oh, 'twas a rare, fine, swell, grand, aristocratic affair,
With dukes and earls and nice young girls, and everybody was

there;

Never was seen in the land of the green such a set-out, you can

swear,

As the coming of age of Tim Macarthy's daughter.

When the girls, all scent and curls, had undergone a few repairs, They heard a great tustle, Miss Finnerty's bustle

The dog had gripped upon the stairs;

Captain Foy, the stout old boy, while dancing on the stairs for

joy,

" and yelled like a trumpet: Fell through on his "crumpet "I'm wrecked entirely, ship ahoy! Then the dancing began, girls all looked for a man; Oh, such a heat and a treading on feet, Well, the devil may beat such a dance if he can;

How the ladies did flop, how the corks they did pop; Winking and blinking and thinking and drinking,

Bedad! you'd have thought that they never would stop.

CHORUS.

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Barney Doolin had been foolin' all the night with Miss Maguire,
When in came young Jerry, her lover from Kerry,
And pitched poor Doolin on the fire;

In the room some boys with sticks for hours had talked on politics,

And, hearing the row, said: "Come on wid ye now,
And we'll teach yez all some fightin' tricks!"
Off came coats by the pile, they went at it in style;
Buttons were bursting, shillelahs were thirsting
To crack in a head or, at least, shift a tile;

Every man made his mark, ne'er was seen such a lark, Till some great villain, who didn't want killing,

Extinguished the lights and left all in the dark.-CHORUS.

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