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Twas a cowl'd winter's night and the tempest was snarlin,
like a sheet, cover'd cabin
When Barney flew over the hills to his
And tapp'd at the window where
Arrah! jewel, says he, are you sleeping or waking,
It's a bitter cowl'd night, and my coat it is thin,
The storm it is brewin, the frost it is bakin,
Oh! Katty Avourneen you must let me in.
Ah! then Barney, says Kate, and she spoke through the window,
How could you be taking us out of our beds,
To come at this time, it's a shame and a sin tov,
It's whiskey, not love, has got into your head.
If your heart it was true, of my fame you'd be tindher,
Considher the time, an' there's nobody in,
What has a poor girl but her name to defend her?
No, Barney Avourneen, I won't let you in!
A cuishla, says he, its my heart is a fountain,
That weeps for the wrong I might lay at your door;
Your name is more white than the snows on the mountain,
And Barney 'id die to presarve it as pure.
I'll go to my home, tho' the winter winds face me,
I'll whistle them off, for I'm happy within,
And the words of my Katty will comfort and bless me,
No, Barney Avourneen, I wont let you in!"
LET US LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
LET us love one another, not long may we stay
In this bleak world of mourning some droop while 'tis day; Others fade in their noon, and few lin ger till eve
Oh, there breaks not a heart, but leaves some one to grieve!
And the fondest, the purest, the truest that met,
Have still found the need to forgive and forget;
Then oh! tho' the hopes that we nourished, decay,
Let us love one another as long as we stay!
There are hearts, like the ivy, tho' all be decay'd
Who seem to twine fondly, in sun-light and shade;
No leaves droop in sadness, still gaily they spread,
Undimm'd 'midst the blighted, the lonely, and dead!
But the misletoe clings to the oak, not in part,
But with leaves closely round it, the root, in its heart,
Exists but to twine it, imbibes the same dew,
Or to fall with its lov'd oak, and perish there, too!
Then let's love one another 'midst sorrow the worst,
Unalter'd and fond as we lov'd at the
Tho' the false wing of pleasure may change and forsake,
And the bright urn of wealth into particles break,
There are some sweet affections that wealth cannot buy,
That cling but still closer when sorrow draws nigh,
And remain with us yet, tho' all else pass away,
Then let's love one another as long as we stay.
He. Do cease your clack, and hold
You're always teazing, squalling,
She. You're always quarrelling all dov
And ugly names are calling.
He You know you never can be at peace
She. Now pray do let your passion
cease; He. You're never quiet,— She. I deny it!
He. Madam, you'll my rage increase,
That ever I became your wife.
He. You know you're always gadding
Dancing, walking, chatting, talk-
She You know from morn till night
With other ladies walking.