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find this same Blarney? There's a castle not far from Killarney;
On the top of its wall
(But take care you do n't fall). There's a stone that contains all this
blarney. Like a magnet, it influence such is, That attraction it gives all it touches ;
If you kiss it, they say,
That from that blessed day You may kiss whom you please, with your
THE MEN OF TIPPERARY.
LET Britain boast her British hosts,
About them all right little care we ; Not British seas, nor British coasts,
Can match THE MAN OF TIPPERARY.
Tall is his form, his heart is warm
His spirit light as any fairy; His wrath is fearful as the storm
That sweeps THE HILLS OF TIPPERARY,
Let woe or want oppress his friends, Though State and Fate proclaim de
spair, he, Against them all “the Pass” defends,
And rights THE WRONGS OF TIR
Yet meet him in his cabin rude,
Or dancing with his dark-haired Mary, You'd swear they knew no other mood
Than mirth and LOVE IN TIPPERARY.
Soft is his girl's sunny eye,
Her mien is mild, her step is airy, Her heart is fond, her sonl is high ;
Oh! she's The PRIDE OF TIPPERARY.
You 're free to share his scanty meal ;
His plighted word he'll never vary: In vain they tried with gold and steel
To shake The Faith OF TIPPERARY.
Send him to fight for native land
His is no courage cold and weary ; The troops live not on earth would*
Let Britain brag her motley rag ;
And head TAE MEN OF TIPPERARY.
Though Britain boasts her British hosts,
About them all right little care we; Give us to guard our native coasts
THE MATCHLESS MEN OF TIPPERARY.
How oft I dream of thee e ;
I wandered young and free. Full many a path I've tried since then
Through pleasure's flow'ry maze,
I felt in those sweet days.
At sunny morn I've stood,
That danced along thy flood ;
With daylight's parting wing,
Have sought that Eden in its light,
Which dreaming poets sing.
That Eden where th' immortal brave
Dwell in a land serene,Whose bowers beyond the shining wave,
At sunset oft are seen ; Ah, dream, too, full of saddening truth!
Those mansions o'er the main Are like the hopes I built in youth,
As sunny and as vaiu ?
THE FAIRY BOY.*
SAMUEL LOVER. A MOTAER came when the stars were
paling, Wailing round a lonely spring ; Thus she cried while tears were falling,
Calling on the fairy King :
“Why with spells my child caressing,
Courting him with fairy joy; Why destroy a mother's blessing,
Wherefore steal my baby boy?
* When a beautiful child pines and dies, the Irish peasant believes the healthy infant has been stolen by the fairies, and a sickly elt left in its place
“O'er the mountain, through the wild
wood, Where his childhood loved to play; Where the flowers are freshly springing
There I wander day by day. “ There I wander, growing fonder
Of the child that made my joy; On the echoes wildly calling,
To restore my fairy boy.
Tears are falling all in vain ;
He's the treasure of their train !
Iu this world I've lost my joy, But in the next we ne'er shall sever,
There I 'll find my angel boy!"
PERHAPS you don't know there's a sweet
little stream, Far down in a dell, where a poet might
dream ; A nate little cabin, stands close to the