Where they answer'd the parson with voices so You'd have swore that they both had said nothing at all. But mark what a change---in the course of a week, Kate quite left of blushing, Roger boldly could speak; Could joke with his deary, laugh loud at the jest; She could coax too and fondle as well as the best. And asham'd of past folly they've often declar'd, To encourage young folks who at courtship are scar'd, If at first to your aid some assurance you call, MR. O'GALLAGHER. O, WHAT a dainty fine thing is the girl I love! She fits my finger, as neat as a Lim'rick glove; If that I had her just down by yon mountain side, 'Tis there I would ax her if she would become my bride. The skin on her cheek is as red as Eve's apple; Her pretty round waist with my arms I'd soon grapple: But when that I ax'd her for leave just to follow her, She cock'd up her nose, and cry'd---No, Mr. O'Gallagher. O, Cicely, my jewel, the dickens go with you, why, If that you're cruel, it's down at your feet I'll lie; 'Case you're hard-hearted, I'm melted to skin and bone! Sure you'd me pity to see me grunt and groan. Twas at Balligally, one Easter, I met with her, Into Jem Garvey's I went, where I sat, with her; Cicely, my jewel, if that you will be my own, Scon Father Luke, he will come and he'll make us one; On hearing of this, how her eyes they did glister bright: Cicely, my jewel, I'll make you my own this night. When that she found me determin'd to follow her, I am your's, she then cry'd out, sweet Mr. O'Gallagher. THE SEA STORM. CEASE rude Boreas, blust'ring railer, Sing the dangers of the sea; To the tempest-troubled ocean, Where the seas contend with skies. LIVELY. Hark! the boatswain hoarsely bawling,--- Quick the topsail sheets let go; SLOW. Now all you on down-beds sporting, Free from all but love's alarms :-- Round us roars the tempest louder; QUICK. The topsail-yards point to the wind boys! SLOW. Now the dreadful thunder's roaring! All above us one black sky! QUICK. The foremast's gone, cries ev'ry tongue out; SLOW. While o'er the ship wild waves are beating, Still the leak is gaining on us; Both chain pumps are choak'd below: QUICK. O'er the lee-beam is the land, boys; The leak we've found; it cannot pour fast; She rights, she rights, boys! wear off shore. MODERATE. Now once more on joys we're thinking, Fill it up, about ship wheel it; Close to th' lips a brimmer join. Where's the tempest now? who feels it? BRIGHT PHOEBUS. BRIGHT Phœbus has mounted the chariot of day, And the horn and the hounds call each sportsman away; Thro' meadows and woods with speed now they bound Whilst health, rosy health, is in exercise found: Hark away is the word to the sound of the horn, And echo, blythe echo, makes jovial the morn. Each hill and each valley is lovely to view, - While puss flies to Cover and dogs quick pursue; Behold where she flies o'er the wide spreading plain, While the loud opening pack pursue her amain. Hark away, &c. At length puss is caught and lies panting for breath, And the shout of the huntsman's the signal of death; No joys can delight like the sports of the field, BRITANNIA'S DEFENDERS. GENTLY slumb'ring, Britannia, on Albion's shore Staunch, firm, and steady, He thought he our freedom could easy trepan. Thus stepping as soft as a mouse in a cheese, Yes, this Corsican Frog thought our Isle to subdue, But a Tar ever ready, Bold, hardy, and steady, Stepp'd behind him, and cry'd, "I'll be d--if you do." Then Britons, since this is the Corsican's plan, To treat the invader as boasters deserve, And make him lay dow.. eur Army Reserve; |