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 TRUE LOVERS' DISCUSSION.
ONE pleasant evening, as pinks and daisies
Closed in their bosoms a drop of dew,
The feathered warblers of every species,
Together chanted their notes so true.
The Briton's friends jumped in the ring and said the fight was As I did stray, wrapped in meditation,
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 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
Slow moving o'er the waters, a gallant bark appeared,
It charmed my heart to hear them sing;
The silent orbs of night were just arising,
And the air in concert did sweetly sing.
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.
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
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, near'd;
To the calm and shelter'd haven she floated like a swan,
Why you're inclined now to treat me so."
And her wings of snow o'er the waves below in pride and beauty With great acuteness she made him answer,
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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."
"To blast your glory, love, I ne'er intended,
Nor fickle-minded will I ever be;
As for my debts, you can never pay them
But by true love and loyalty.
Remember, darling, our first engagement,
When childish pastime was all we knew;
Be true and constant-I'm thine forever-
I'll brave all dangers and go with you."
"Your proffer's good, sir, I thank you for it,
But yet your offers I can't receive;
By soft persuasion and kind endearment
The wily serpent beguiled Eve.
There's other reasons might be assigned,
The highest tide love will ebb and fall;
Another female might suit you better,
Therefore I can't obey your call."
"Yes, I'll admit the tide in motion
Is always moving from shore to shore,
But still its substance is never changing,
I'll sound your fame with all loyal lovers,
Nor never will, till time's no more.
Where no existence can ever change it,
To fix their love on whose mind is pure,
Nor no physician prescribe a cure."
She says: "Young man, to tell you plainly,
To refrain you I am inclined,
Another young man of birth and fortune
Has gained my favor and changed my mind.
My future welfare I have considered,
On fickle footing I'll never stand;
Besides, my parents would be offended
To see you walking at my right hand."
"The blooming laurel you may admire, Because its verdure's always new,
But there's another, you can't deny it,
Is just as bright in the gardener's view; It's wisely resting throughout the winter,
ATTEND, you faithful Christians, give ear to what I say,
It's of a glorious miracle occurred the other day;
Where our blessed Virgin did herself to sinners show,
In the holy church of Knock, in the county of Mayo.
A faithful few, to Mary, true, returning home at night,
Upon the chapel wall did view a most transparent light;
They stood amazed and on it gazed, and trembling struck with
fear,
When to their astonished eyes three statues did appear.
On the right was blessed St. Joseph, upon his face a smile,
His holy hands uplifted as he meant to bless this isle;
Our blessed Lady's hands were raised in an attitude of prayer,
And in the right hand of St. John, God's holy word was there.
You bright son of Mars, who stands on the right,
Whose armor doth shine like the bright stars of night,
Saying: Willie, dearest Willie, you've listed full soon,
And blooms again when the spring draws Saying: 'The Lord be with you, Enniskillen dragoon!
The pen of Homer has written its praises,
In June and July it does appear.”
"Oh, Flora! dearest Flora! your pardon I crave,
It's now and forever I must be a slave-
Your parents they insulted me both morning and noon,
For fear that you'd wed an Enniskillen dragoon."
For children are bound their parents to obey;
"You speak exceedingly, but not corrective," Oh, mind, dearest Willie! oh, mind what you say,
With words supported, your cause is vain;
Had you the tongue of a Syrian Goddess,
Your exhortation I would disdain.
It was your love that I did require,
But since you've placed it on golden store, I'll strike my string and my harp shall mur
Farewell, my love, forever more!
For when we're leaving Ireland, they will all change their tune,
Saying: 'The Lord be with you, Enniskillen dragoon!
Fare you well, Enniskillen! fare you well for a while,
And all around the borders of Erin's green isle,
And when the war is over we'll return in full bloom,
And they'll all welcome home the Enniskillen dragoon.
WHEN Ireland was founded by the Mac's and the O's,
I never could learn, for nobody knows;
But history says they came over from Spain,
To visit old Granna, and there to remain.
Our fathers were heroes for wisdom and fame,
For multiplication, they practiced the same;
St. Patrick came over to heal their complaints,
And very soon maue them an island of saints.
The harp and the shamrock were carried before
Brave Roderick O'Connor and Roger O'Moore,
And the good and bad deeds of the Mac's and the O's,
And this is the tale that these verses disclose.
Hugh Neil of Tyrone, O'Donnel, O'Moore,
O'Brien, O'Kelly, O'Connell galore;
All houses so royal, so loyal and old,
One drop of their blood was worth ounces of gold.
McDonnell, McDougal, O'Curran, O'Keefe,
Sly Redmond O'Hanlon, the Rapperrea chief;
O'Malley, McNally, O'Sullivan rare,
O'Failey, O'Daily, O'Burns of Kildare,
O'Dougherty, chief of the Isle Innishone,
McGuinness, the prince of the valleys of Down;
The Collerns, Hollerans, every one knows,
The Raffertys,' Flahertys-they were all O's.
One-eyed King McCormack and great Phil McCoole,
McCarty of Dermot and Tooley O'Toole;
Hugh Neil, the grand and great Brian Boru,
Sir Tagon O'Regen and Con Donohue,
O'Hara, O'Marrah, O'Connor, O'Kane,
O'Carroll, O'Farrell, O'Brennen, O'Drane,
With Murtaugh McDermot, that wicked old Turk
Who had a crim. con. with the wife of O'Rourke.
McGra, McGrath, McGil, McKeon,
McCadden, McFadden, McCarron, McGlone;
McGarren, McFarren, McClarey, McCoy,
McHaley, McClinch, McElrath, McElroy.
McMillen, McClellan, McGillan, McFinn,
McCullagh, McCunn, McManus, McGyn;
McGinley, McKinley, McCaffray, McKay,
McCarral, McFarrell, McCurchy, McRay.
O'Dillion, O'Dolan, O'Devlin, O'Doyle, O'Mullen, O'Nolan, O'Bolan, O'Boyle; O'Murray, O'Rooney, O'Cooney, O'Kane, O'Carey, O'Leary, O'Shea, and O'Shane. O'Brien, O'Rourke, O'Reiley, O'Neil; O'Hagan, O'Reagan, O'Fagan, O'Sheil; O'Dennis, O'Dwyer, O'Blaney, O'Flynn, O'Grady, O'Shaughnessy, Brian O'Lynn.
The daughters of Erin are Ellen O'Roone,
And Norah McCushla, and Sheelah McClune;
With Kathleen Mavourneen and Molly Asthore,
The beautiful charmers we love and adore.
There is Donah McCushla and Widow McChree,
There is Molly McGuire and Biddy McGee;
There is dear Norah Creina and Sheliah McGrath,
And the mother of all is-sweet Erin-go-bragh!
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.
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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,
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!
Don't say nay,
Charming Judy Callaghan!
SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND.
CHARMING JUDY CALLAGHAN.-Continued.
For a wife till death
I am willing to take ye! But och! I waste my breathThe divil himself can't wake ye. 'Tis just beginning to rain, So I'll get under cover; To-morrow I'll come again, And be your constant lover. Only say
You'll be Mrs. Brallaghan,
Don't say nay,
Charming Judy Callaghan!
By Killarney's lakes and fells,
Em'rald isles and winding bays,
Mountain paths and woodland dells,
Mem'ry ever fondly strays.
Bounteous nature loves all lands,
Beauty wanders ev'rywhere,
Footprints leave on many strands,
But her home is surely there.
Angels fold their wings and rest
In that Eden of the West;
Beauty's home, Killarney,
Ever fair Killarney.
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.
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.
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.
TIM MACARTHY gave a party, invitations he sent out
To two or three dozens of big-headed cousins,
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.
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, 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.
All the ladies shrieked with fear, but when the boys their sides got near,
And tenderly placed a right arm 'round each waist,
They said: "Isn't the darkness nice? oh, dear!"
Something smack'd, and tho' each Miss when lights were bro't soon told us this,
They'd snapped a gold ear-ring, yet still I am fearing
The snap was nothing but a kiss;
When the fighting was done, then we did have some fun,
Boys lost their pains, readjusted their brains;
If they'd broken one leg, sure they danced upon one;
Though for weeks they were sore, each man fervently swore,
Never, oh, never did any one ever see
Such an affair as Macarthy's before.-CHORUS.
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