O should it please the pitying pow'rs to call me to the sky, I'd claim a guardian angel's charge around my love to fly; To guard him from all dangers, how happy should I be! I'll make a strawy garland, I'll make it wondrous fine; sea; For I love my love, because I know my love loves me. Oh, if I were a little bird, to build upon his breast! Or if I were a nightingale, to sing my love to rest! To gaze upon his lovely eyes, all my reward should be; For I love my love, because I know my love loves me. Oh, if I were an eagle, to soar into the sky! I'd gaze around with piercing eyes where I my love might spy; But ah, unhappy maiden! that love you ne'er shall see; Yet I love my love, because I know my love loves me. PADDY'S TRIP FROM DUBLIN. TUNE" The Priest in his boots." 'Twas bus❜ness requir'd I'd from Dublin be straying, Says he, Paddy, go down stairs and fetch me some beer now; Says I, by my shoul you're monstratiously kind; Then you'll sail away, and I'll look mighty queer now, When I come up and see myself all left behind. With my palliluh, whilliluh, whilliluh, palliluh, A storm met the ship, and did so dodge her, Well, we got safe on shore, every son of his mother, Then I told him the bull we had made of our journey, But from all sorts of cuckoldom Heaven preserve us, Then who, in defence of a pair of such hearties, KATE KEARNEY. O DID you not hear of Kate Kearney? For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney. How fatal the spell That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney. Oh, should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney, Who lives on the banks of Killarney, Beware of her smile, For many a wile Lies hid in the smile of Kate Kearney. Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney. ANSWER. Он, yes! I have seen this Kate Kearney, What mortal can fly, Unsubdued by the glance of Kate Kearney? To fly from the chain That binds me to lovely Kate Kearney. At eve when I've met this Kate Kearney, As I gaz'd on the charming Kate Kearney. I've felt the keen smart Of love's fatal dart, And inhal'd the warm sigh of Kate Kearney. THE EXIL'D IRISHMAN'S LAMENTATION. TUNE-" Erin go Bragh." GREEN were the fields where my forefathers dwelt, oh! Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh! * Though our farm it was small, yet comforts we felt, oh! At length came the day when our lease did expire, Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh. Tho' all taxes I paid, yet no vote could I pass, oh! Forc'd from my home, yea, from where I was born, Το I look back with regret, and my heart-strings are torn: Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh. *Ireland my darling, for ever adieu. With principles pure, patriotic, and firm, I supported old Ireland, was ready to die for❜t; IRISH PROVIDENCE. TUNE-" Sprig of Shillelah." My darling, says Pat, to his spouse on his lap, With our faces so lean, and our duds on our backs. Says Norah, when you're on the ocean, my life, And he peopl'd it too in the space of three years. But when Paddy return'd, how it gladden'd his heart, To see his dear Norah so fine and so smart; With her rings in her ears, and her silks on her back. And who furnish'd for you this cabin, says Pat? 'Twas Providence, says Norah, himself that did that: |