BOUCHELLEEN BAWN. O, PRAY have you heard of my Bouchelleen Bawn? * The pulse of my heart was my Bouchelleen Bawn. I loved him as dear as I lved my own life; And he vowed on his knees he would make me his wife. Like the primrose when April her last sigh has breathed, I said to myself, sure it cannot be harm, "Twill cost but a crown, and my heart's blood I'd pawn, I went to the priest, and he spoke about heaven: Or try his weird spells for my Bouchelleen Bawn. I'll take his advice, though God knows my heart's breaking; O, I long for the blush of eternity's dawn, As oak-leaves, when autumn is turning them sere, Dear Mary! each ringlet, so silken and fine, Is a fetter that round my poor heart you entwine; It would still draw me back to the maid I love best. Like stars that shine out from the calm summer sky Thus sung the Sage, while, slyly stealing, And, their laughing eyes, the while, concealing, Led Liberty's bard their slave at last. For the poet's heart, still prone to loving, Which the gentlest touch at once set moving, But all earth's power couldn't shake from its base. Wid her brows of silky black, Arched above for the attack, Her eyes that dart such azure death on poor admirin' man; Masther Cupid, point your arrows, See what showers of golden thread The likes of such a trammel-net at say was never spread; For whin accurately reckoned, 'Twas computed that each second Of her curls has cot a Kerryman, and kilt him dead. Where are the legs with which you run? Where are the legs with which you run? Where are the legs with which you run, Faith, Johnny, I hardly knew ye! "It grieved my heart to see you sail, It grieved my heart to see you sail, It grieved my heart to see you sail, When from my heart you took leg bail Like a cod you're now doubled up head and tail. Faith, Johnny, I hardly knew ye! With your guns, etc. "I'm happy for to see you home, I'm happy for to see you home, THE RAKES OF MALLOW. BEAUING, belling, dancing, drinking, Breaking windows, damning, sinking,* Ever raking, never thinking, Live the rakes of Mallow. Spending faster than it comes, Live the rakes of Mallow. One time nought but claret drinking, To raise the sinking funds when sinking, When at home with dadda dying, Live the rakes of Mallow. Then, to end this raking life, And wish again for Mallow. 94 OH, ERIN MY COUNTRY.-Continued. Britannia may boast of her lion and armor, And glory, when she her old wooden walls views; Or where is the country such heroes can boast? And bold as the eagle that flies round her coast. The breeze often shakes both the rose and thistle, THE CASTLEBAR BOY. I AM a boy from ould Ireland, Where good nature and morn shines on every face; And the pride of my father, And the girl's own joy, And the darlings they call me the Castlebar boy. CHORUS. For my name it is Pat, I am proud out of that, My country I will never deny; I will fight for the sod Where my forefathers trod, Sing hurrah for the Castlebar boy. THE RECONCILIATION. THE old man he knelt at the altar, Had been stretched at the old man's feet A corpse, all so haggard and gory, By the hand which he now must greet. And soon the old man stopt speaking, And rage, which had not gone by, From under his brows came breaking Up into his enemy's eyeAnd now his limbs were not shaking, But his clinch'd hands his bosom cross'd, And he looked a fierce wish to be taking Revenge for the boy he had lost. But the old man he looked around him, And thought of the place he was in, And thought of the promise which bound him, And thought that revenge was sinAnd then, crying tears, like a "Your hand!" he said "ay, that hand! And I do forgive you, foeman, woman, For the sake of our bleeding land!" THE OLD COUNTRY PARTY. DID you ever go into an old country party? The first one I met before I left home, When I opened the door what a sight met my eyes, Hot bacon and praties, and herrings and pies. While up in the closet, by way of a lunch, Stood a five gallon bowl full of hot whisky and punch. While perched on the table, blind piper McGill Then Biddy Mavourneen and brothers O'Neil, 96 THE KERYY RECRUIT.-Continued. The first place they sent me was ever so far, We fought many battles wid pretty good luck, The balls and the powder they all were so hot I sneaked round behind them in dread of bein' shot. Wid my brogues, etc. Now war is all over and peace is come in, Wid my brogues so well greased and PAT'S LOVE. ОCH hone, and it's Biddy McClooney And the heart in me head is grown looney, I have lost all me love for pertaties- That walks on the State of Ne' York. Me life with her worship runs over, From night until morning, and back; My love than good whisky is stronger, And burdens me down like a pack. Her eyes when she's mad they are firish, She has sworn on a stack of pertaties I would grow to the weight of a shadder, I'd drop from a six-story ladder, LOVELY MARY DONNELLY. OH, lovely Mary Donnelly, it's you I love the best; Her eyes like mountain water that's flowing on a rock, Red rowans warm in sunshine and wetted with a shower And evermore I'm whistling or lilting what you sung, And for myself there's not a thumb or little finger stands. Oh, you're the flower o' womankind in country or in town! If some breat lord should come this way, and see your beauty bright, And you to be his lady I'd own it was but right. Oh, might we live together in a lofty palace hall, Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, your beauty's my distress! FLAMING O'FLANAGANS. Now I'm of age I'll come into my property, Devil a ha'penth I'll think of but fun; 'Tis myself will be putting the ladies in papoutry, Just to prove I'm my daddy's own son. Och, now, Mistress Honey, I'll teach ye civility, Judy O'Doole, escape if you can I'm the boy that will show you the sweets of gentility, Loving most women and fearing no man. CHORUS. Hooroo! hack! For, that was the way with the flaming O'Flanagans, From the first illigant boys of that name; For kissing and courting, and filling the can again, Drinking and fighting like cocks of the game. Hooroo! hack! |