Next morning we met at Killhealy, The Shannon we crossed in a boat, There I lather'd him wid me shillely, For he trod on the tail iv me coat. Me fame spread through the nation, 66 Och, yer a fightin' man, Micky Ma I fought with the Finnagan faction, MICKEY THE CARMAN. AIR.-" Low Backed Car." I'M Mickey McCue, a boy so thrue, And your faces will bear a smile. There's not one so merry, from Cork to Derry, The ladies, near and far, Say its a thrate to take a sate Dhrivin' joultin'-gallopin'- I dhrive away care, As I dhrive my jauntin' car. In Dublin city, so nate and pretty, On my car so nate 'twas quite a thrate, -- The reins I grip, I crack my whip, Dhrivin', etc. If a girl to your mind you want to find, Ould Ireland is the part— The colleens fair, I do declare, Are sure to stale your heart. With a glance so sly, and beaming eye, As bright as any star Be the powers above, you're shure to love, If you go on a jauntin' car. Dhrivin', etc. Poor Dublin now's in throuble, There's very little fun; i I used to sit on my yoke, and crack a joke, And I left poor Erin's Isle, my boys, Dhrivin', etc. LIMERICK IS BEAUTIFUL. LIMERICK is beautiful, As everybody knows, The river Shannon, full of fish, Ochone, ochone. The girl I love is beautiful, And soft-eyed as the fawn, She lives in Garryowen, And is called the Colleen Bawn. And proudly as that river flows, As proudly and without a word, If I was made the Emperor Of Russia to command, Lord lieutenant of the land, The horse, the rifles, and the foot, Ochone, ochone. I'd give the crown from off my head, A beggar I would go to bed, FAR, FAR UPON THE SEA. FAR, far C. MACKAY. upon the sea, The good ship speeding free, Upon the deck we gather young and old; And view the flapping sail Swelling out before the gale, Full and round, without a wrinkle or a fold. Or watch the waves that glide Or the wild sea-birds that follow through the air; Or gather in a ring, And with cheerful voices sing. Oh! gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair. Far, far upon the sea, With the sunshine on our lee, We talk of pleasant days when we were young And remember, though we roam, The happy songs of childhood which we sung; And though we quit her shore Sound the glories that Britannia yet shall bear That "Britons rule the waves, And never shall be slaves." Oh gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair. Far, far upon the sea, Whate'er our country be, The thought of it shall cheer us as we go, |