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But if they come to Ireland our jolly sons to mar,

I'll drive them to the devil in my Irish jaunting car.

FAREWELL TO KATHLEEN.

SLEEP on, my beloved one,
My Kathleen sleep on,
And dream of the bright days
And hopes that are gone,
Until in thy slumber

Thou still seems't to hear,
The words which a loved one
Once breathed in thine ear,
Farewell, farewell my Kathleen dear,
Farewell, farewell my Kathleen dear.

May that dream of enchantment
Be oft in my sleep,

When high lash the billows,
When loud roars the deep;
Where my bark bears me swiftly
Far, far from my home,
May the bliss of that moment
To soothe thee oft come !
Farewell, farewell! my Kathleen dear,
Farewell, farewell! my Kathleen dear.

~~

BARNEY O'HEA.

Or, Now Let Me Alone. "Now let me alone, though I know you

won't

I know you won't-I know you won'tNow let me alone, though I know you won't,

Impudent Barney O'Hea.

It makes me outrageous when you're so contagious

You'd better look out for the stout
Corney Creagh !

For he is the boy that believes I'm his joy

So you'd better behave yourself, Barney O'Hea,

Impudent Barney, none of your blar

ney,

Impudent Barney O'Hea.

"I hope you are not going to Brandon fair,

To Brandon fair, to Brandon fair; For sure I'm not wanting to meet you there,

Impudent Barney O'Hea.

For Corney's at Cork, and my brother's at work,

And my mother sits spinning at home all the day,

So no one will be there, of me to take care,

And I hope you won't follow me, Barney
O'Hea,"
Impudent Barney O'Hea,

When I got to the fair, sure the first I meet there,

The first I met there, the first I met there,

When I got to the fair, the first I met there,

Was impudent Barney O'Hea. He bothered and teased me, though somehow he pleased me,

Till at last-oh! the saints-what will poor Corney say?

But I think the boy's honest, so on Sun day I've promised,

For better or worse to take Barney
O'Hea.
Impudent Barney, so sweet was his
blarney,
Impudent Barney O'Hea.

THE GREEN LINNET.

CURIOSITY bore a young native of Erin, To view the gay banks of the Rhine, When an empress he saw, and the robe she was wearing

All over with diamonds did shine; A goddess in splendor was never yet seen, To equal this fair one so mild and serene, In soft murmur she says, "My sweet linnet so green,

Are you gone-will I never see you more?

The cold, lofty Alps, you freely went

over,

Which nature had placed in your way, That Marengo, Saloney, around you did hover,

And Paris did rejoice the next day. It grieves me the hardships you did undergo,

Over mountains you traveled all cov ered with snow,

The balance of power your courage laid

low,

Are you gone-will I never see you more?

The crowned heads of Europe when you were in splendor,

Fain would they have you submit, But the goddess of Freedom soon bid them surrender,

And lowered the standard to your wit; Old Frederick's colors in France you did bring,

Yet his offspring found shelter under your wing,

That year in Virginia you sweetly did sing, Are you gone will I never see you more?

That numbers of men are eager to slay you, Their malice you viewed with a smile, Their gold through all Europe they sowed to betray you,

And they joined the Mamelukes on the Nile.

Like ravens for blood their vile passions did burn,

The orphans they slew, and caused the widows to mourn,

They say my linnet's gone and ne'er will return, .

Is he gone-will I never see him more?

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