Glories there have been, that blazed to the stars; There have been-and that is all. But there is the grand old Roman See, The ruins of earth among, Young with the youth of its earliest prime, With the strength of Peter strong. The heretic leader rears his head, Black as the black eclipse; But sure and swift, in the destined hour, The Anathema from on high Flashes, and down the doomed one falls, Two hundred millions of loyal hearts, It lives and speaks and thrills, Away beyond the seas and the streams, Beyond the eternal hills. *Bishop, so called in the Apocalypso. Over all the orb no land more true Than our own old Catholic land, Through ages of blood to the Rock hath stood True may she ever stand! O, ne'er may the star St. Patrick set NORAH CREINA. WHO are you that walks this way That you're the famous Shilnagirah ? Or are you the great Pompey? Or Britain's Queen, bold Tilbureena? Who are you that ax my name? Or maybe you are Pluto stout; Or jolly old Bacchus, drunk and hearty; There my lass, your eye is out, I'm the girl, etc Won't you dine with me to-day? And Donaghue Glen, the Duke of Oliver Cromwell, and Brian O'Linn, ter. VILLIKINS AND HIS DINAH. 'TIS of a rich merchant who in London did dwell, He had but one daughter, an unkimmon nice young gal ; Her name it was Dinah, scarce sixteen years old, With a very large fortune in silver and gold. Too ral lal, loo ral lal, too ral lal la. Chorus for the silver and gold. Too ral lal, etc. As Dinah was a valiking in the garden one day, Her papa he came to her, and thus he did say: "Go dress thyself, Dinah, in gorgeous array, And take yourself a husband both galliant and gay." Too ral lal, etc. Chorus for the expectant husband. Too ral lal, etc. Spoken. This is what the infant progedy said to the author of her being. ‘O, papa, O, papa, I've not made up my mind, And to marry just yet, why, I don't feel inclined; To you my large fortune I'll gladly give o'er, If you'll let me live single a year or two more." Too ral lal, etc. Too ral lal, etc. Chorus for the suppliant maiden. แ Spoken. This is what the indignant parient replied-1 represent the father. Go, go, boldest daughter," the parient replied; "If you won't consent to be this here young man's bride, I'll give your large fortune to the nearest of kin, Spoken.-Now comes the conflabbergastation of the lovyer. As Vilikins was valiking the garden around, He spied his dear Dinah laying dead upon the ground, And a cup of cold pison it lay by her side, With a billet-dux a stating 'twas by pi son she died. Too ral lal, etc. |