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XXIV.

THE FRANTIC LADY,

MAD SONG THE

SIX TH.

This, as well as Num. XXII, was originally fung in one of D'URPEY's comedies of Don Quixote. A circumstance which was not known when p. 343 was printed off.

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Each eye-ball too like lightning flashes !
Within my breast there glows a solid fire,
Whici, in a thousand ages can't expire !

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Blow, blow, the winds' great ruler!

Bring the Po, and the Ganges hither,
'Tis sultry weather,
Pour them all on

my soul,
It will hiss like a coal,
But be never the cooler.

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'Twas pride hot as hell,

That first made me rebell,
From love's awful throne a curft angel I fell;

And mourn now my fate,

Which myself did create :
Fcol, fool, that consider'd not when I was well!

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Adicu!

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Adieu ! ye vain transporting joys !
Off
ye

vain fantastic toys!
That dress this face-this body-to allure !

Bring me daggers, poison, fire !

Since scorn is turn'd into desire,
All hell feels not the rage, which I, poor I endure.

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XXV.

LILLI BU R L E R O.

The following rhymes, sight and insignificant as they may now Jeem, had once a more powerful effect than either the Philipics of Demofthenes, or Cicero ; and contributed not a little towards the great revolution in 1688. Let us bear a contemporary writer,

A foolish ballad was made at that time, treating the papists, and chiefly the Irisk, in a very ridiculous manner, so which had a burden said to be Irish words, Lero, lero, " liliburlero, that made an impression on the [king's] army, that cannot be imagined by those that jaw it not. The " whole

army, and at last the people both in city and country, were singing it perpetually. And perhaps never had so fight a thing so great an effect." Burnet.

It was written on occasion of the king's nominating to the lieutenancy of Ireland in 1686, general Talbot, newly created earl of Tyrconnel, a furious papist, who had recommended himself to his bigotted master by his arbitrary treatment of the protestants in the preceding year, when only lieutenant general; and whole subsequent conduct fully justified his ex

pectations

AND B A L L A D S.

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pectations and their fears. The violencies of his adminifration may be feen in any of the bifories of those times: particularly in bishop King's State of the protestants in « Ireland.1691, 410.

LILLIBURLERO is said to have been the watch-word used among the Irish papists in their maf'aere of the protestants in 1641.

Ho

O! broder Teague, doft hear de decree ?

Lilli burlero bu'len a-la.
Dat we shall have a new deputie,
Lilli burlero bullen a-la.
Lero lero, lilli burlero, lero lero, bullen a-la, 5
Lero lero, lilli burlero, lero lero, bullen a-la.

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Ho! by shaint Tyburn, it is de Talbote :

Lilli, &c.
And he will cut all de English troąte.

Lilli, &c.

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Dough by my shoul de English do praat,

Lilli, &c.
De law's on dare side, and Creifh knows what.

Lilli, &c.

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But if dispence do come from de pope,

Lilli, &c.
We'll hang Magna Charta, and dem in a rope.

Lilli, &c.

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For

For de good Talbot is made a lord,

Lilli, &c.
And with brave lads is coming aboard :

Lilli, &c.

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Who all in France have taken a sware,

Lilli, &c.
Dat dey will have no proteftant heir.

Lilli, &c.

23

Ara! but why does he stay behind :

Lilli, &c.
Ho! by my shoul 'tis a protestant wind.

Lilli, &c.

30

But see de Tyrconnel is now come afhore,

Lilli, &c.
And we shall have commissions gillore.

Lilli, &c.

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And he dat will not go to de mass,

Lilli, &c.
Shall be turn out, and look like an ass.

Lilli, &c.

Now, now de hereticks all go down,
Lilli, &c.

40 By Cherish and Ahaint Patrick, de nation's our own. Lilli, &c.

Dare

Dare was an old prophesy found in a bog,

Lilli, &c. “ Ireland shall be ruld by an ass, and a dog." 45

Lilli, &c.

And now dis prophesy is come to pass,

Lilli, &c.
For Talbot's de dog, and JA**s is de afs.

Lilli, &c.

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XXVI.

THE BRAES OF Y ARROW,

IN IMITATION OF THE ANCIENT SCOTS MANNER,

was written by William Hamilton of Bangour, efq; who died March 25, 1754. aged 50. It is printed from an elegant edition of his Poems Published at Edinburgh, 1760, 12mo.

4. BUSK

A. USK ye, bulk ye, my bonny bónny bride,

Busk
ye,

bulk ye, my winfome marrow, Bulk ye, bulk ye, my bonny bonny bride,

And think nae mair on the Braes of Yarrow.

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B. Where gat ye that bonny bonny bride ?

Where gat ye that winsome marrow? A. I gat her where I dare na weil be seen,

Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.

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