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While lonely I walk in the shade of the evening,
Till my Connor's return I will ne'er
The war being over, and he not returned, I fear that some dark envious plot has been laid;
Or that some cruel goddess has him captivated,
And left here to mourn his dear Irish
Smiling, beguiling, &c.
MOTHER, HE'S GOING AWAY.
Now, what are you crying for, Nelly? "Don't be blubberin' there like a fool !With the weight o' the grief, 'faith I tell
You'll break down the three-legged stool.
I suppose, now, you're crying for Bar
But do 'nt b'lieve a word that he 'd say,
He tells nothin' but big lies and blarneySure you know how he sarved poor Kate Kearney.
Oh, bother !
But, mother, he's going away;
If he's goin' away all the bettherBless'd hour when he's out of your sight!
There's one comfort-you can't get a letther,
For yiz neither can read or can write. Sure, 't was only last week you protested, Since he coorted fat Jinny M'Cray, That the sight of the scamp you de
With abuse, sure, your tongue never rested
But, mother, he's going away, And I dream of his ghost Walking round my bedpost→ Oh, mother, he's going away.
COLD blows the winter wind,
Colder those hearts unkind,
They that have power to save Thus send us forth to brave Death on the stormy wave, Mary Astore!
Pale is thy cheek to see,
Come.hide thy tears on me,
Though scant thy cov'ring be,
WHEN first I saw sweet Peggy,
A low-back'd car she drove, and sat
But when that hay was blooming grass,
In battle's wild commotion,
The proud and mighty Mars,
With hostile scythes, demands the tithes
Sweet Peggy round her car, sir,
While she among her poultry sits,
Well worth the cage, I do engage,
Oh, I'd rather own that car, sir,