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XXIV.

THE FRANTIC LADY,

MAD SONG THE SIXTH.

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

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Burn, my brain confumes to ashes !

Each eye-ball too like lightning flashes! Within my breaft there glows a folid fire, Which in a thousand ages can't expire !

Blow, blow, the winds' great ruler !
Bring the Po, and the Ganges hither,
'Tis fultry weather,

Pour them all on my foul,

It will hifs like a coal,

But be never the cooler.

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'Twas pride hot as hell,

That firft 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 confider'd not when I was well!

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Adieu!

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That dress this face-this body-to allure!

Bring me daggers, poison, fire!

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

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XXV.

LILLI BURLER O.

The following rhymes, flight and infignificant 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,

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"A foolish ballad was made at that time, treating the papifts, and chiefly the Irife, in a very ridiculous manner, "avhich had a burden faid to be Irish words, Lero, lero, liliburlero, that made an impreffion on the [king's] army, "that cannot be imagined by thofe that jaw it not. The "whole army, and at laft the people both in city and country, "avere finging it perpetually. And perhaps never had fo flight a thing fo great an effect." Burnet.

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It was written on occafion 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 proteftants in the preceding year, when only lieutenant general; and whofe fubfequent conduct fully justified his expectations

pectations and their fears. The violencies of his adminiAtration may be feen in any of the bifiories of thofe times: particularly in bishop King's "State of the proteftants in Ireland." 1691, 4to.

LILLIBURLERO is faid to have been the watch-word ufed among the Irish papifts in their maffaere of the protes tants in 1641.

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'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.

Ho! by fhaint Tyburn, it is de Talbote:

Lilli, &c.

And he will cut all de English troate.

Lilli, &c.

Dough by my shoul de English do praat,

Lilli, &c.

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

But if difpence do come from de pope,

Lilli, &c.

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

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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.

Who all in France have taken a fware,

Lilli, &c.

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

Ara! but why does he stay behind?

Lilli, &c.

Ho! by my fhoul 'tis a proteftant wind.

Lilli, &c.

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But fee de Tyrconnel is now come afhore,

Lilli, &c.

And we shall have commiffions gillore.

Lilli, &c.

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.

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By Cherish and shaint Patrick, de nation's our own.

Lilli, &c.

Dare

Dare was an old prophefy found in a bog,

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

Lilli, &c.

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XXVI.

THE BRAES OF YARROW,

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.

USK ye, busk ye, my bonny bonny bride,

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Bufk ye, bufk ye, my winfome marrow,
Bufk ye, busk ye, my bonny bonný bride,
And think nae mair on the Braes of Yarrow.

B. Where gat ye that bonny bonny bride ?
Where gat ye that winfome marrow?
gat her where I dare na weil be seen,
Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.

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Weep

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