Than a coach-and-four and goold galore,
And a lady for my bride;
For the lady would sit fornenst me,
On a cushion made with taste,
While Peggy would sit beside me,
With my arm around her waist-
While we drove in the low-back'd car,
To be married by Father Maher,
Oh, my heart would beat high,
At her glance and her sigh,
Though it beat in a low-back'd car.

MARY OF THE CURLING HAIR.

GERALD GRIFFIN.

AIR-"Shule! Agra!"

My Mary of the curling hair,
The laughing teeth and bashful air,
Our bridal morn is dawning fair,
With blushes in the skies.
Shule! shule! shule! agra,
Shule go sucur agus shule aroon !*
My love! my pearl !

My own dear girl!

My mountain maid, arise!

Come! come! come, my darling-
Come, softly, and come, my love!

Wake, linnet of the osier grove! Wake, trembling, stainless, virgin dove Wake, nestling of the parent's love! Let Moran see thine eyes.

Shule, shule, &c.

I am no stranger, proud and gay,
To win thee from thy home away,
And find thee, for a distant day,
A theme for wasting sighs.

Shule, shule, &c.

But we were known from infancy :
Thy father's hearth was home to me;
No selfish love was mine for thee,
Unholy and unwise.

Shule, shule, &c.

And yet (to see what love can do !) Though calm my hope has burned, and

true,

My check is pale and worn for you,
And sunken are mine eyes!

Shule, shule, &c.

But soon my love shall be my bride,
And happy by our own fire-side,
My veins shall feel the rosy tide,
That lingering hope denies.
Shule, shule, &c.

My Mary of the curling hair,
The laughing teeth and bashful air,
Our bridal morn is dawning fair,

With blushes in the skies.

Shule, shule, &c.

THE WHISTLING THIEF.

SAMUEL LOVER.

WHEN Pat came o'er the hills, his colleen fair to see,

His whistle, loud and shrill, his signal was to be.

(Shrill whistle.)

"Oh! Mary," the mother cried, "there's some one whistling, sure."

"Oh! mother, you know it's the wind that's whistling through the door." (Whistles "Garryowen.")

"I've lived a long time, Mary, in this wide world, my dear,

But the wind to whistle like that, I never yet did hear."

But, mother, you know the fiddle hangs just behind the chink, •

And the wind upon the string is play.
ing a tune, I think."
(Dog barks.)

"The dog is barking now, and the fiddle can't play that tune."

"But, mother, you know that dogs will bark, when they see the moon ;" "Now how can he see the moon, wheu you know he's old and blind? Blind dogs can't see the moon, nor fiddles be played by the wind." (Pig grunts.)

"And now there is the pig, onaisy in his mind."

"But, mother, yon know they say that pigs can see the wind."

That's all very well in the day, but then, I may remark,

That pigs, no more than we, can see anything in the dark."

"Now I'm not such a fool as you think; I know very well it is Pat.

Be off, you whistling thief! and get along home out of that!

And you be off to your bed, and do'nt bother me with your tears,

For though I've lost my eyes, I have not lost my ears."

MORAL.

Now boys, too near the house don't courting go, d'ye mind,

Unless you

're certain sure the old woman's both deaf and blind;

The days when they were young, forget

they never can

They're sure to tell the difference 'twixt a fiddle, a dog, or a man.

KITTY TYRELL.

CHARLES JEFFREYS.

YOU'RE looking as fresh as the morn, love,
You're looking as bright as the day;
But while on your charms I'm dilating,
You're stealing my poor heart away.
But keep it and welcome, mavourneeu,
It's loss I'm not going to mourn;
Yet one heart's enough for a body,
So pray give me yours in return.
Mavourneen, mavourneen, &c.

I've built me a neat little cot, love,
I've pigs and potatoes in store,
I've twenty good pounds in the bank, love,
And maybe a pound or two more;