LARRY M'HALE

AIR-It's a bit of a thing, &c

O! LARRY M'HALE he had little to fear, And never could want when the crops didn't fail,

He'd a house and demense, and eight hundred a year,

And a heart for to spend it had Larry
M'Hale!

The soul of a party,—the life of a feast, An illigant song he could sing, I'll be bail;

He would ride with the rector, and drink with the priest,

O! the broth of a boy was old Larry
M'Hale.

Its little he cared for the judge or recorder,

His house was as big and as strong as a jail;

With a cruel four pounder, he kept all in great order,

He'd murder the country, would
Larry M'Hale.

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He'd a blunderbuss, too; of horse pistols a pair;

But his favorite weapon was always a flail:

I wish you could see how he'd empty a
fair,

For he handled it neatly, did Larry
M'Hale.

His ancestors were kings, before Moses
was born,

His mother descended from great
Grana Uaile :

He laughed all the Blakes and the
Frenchs to scorn;

They were mushrooms compared to
old Larry M'Hale.

He sat down every day to a beautiful dinner,

With cousins and uncles enough for a tail;

And, though loaded with debt, O! the
devil a thinner

Could law, or the sheriff, make Larry
M'Hale.

With a larder supplied, and a cellar
well stored,

None lived half so well, from Fair-
Head to Kinsale,

As he piously said, "I've a plentiful board,

And the Lord he is good to old Larry
M'Hale."

So fill up your glass, and a high bumper give him;

It's little we'd care for the tithes or repale ;

For ould Erin would be a fine country to live in,

If we only had plenty, fike Larry
M'Hale.

YOUNG NADIR

The young Nadir to love had dared,
One whom his Sultan's favour shared,
And knowing not the danger near;
Had ruin'd been, but in his ear,
A spirit who ne'er warn'd in vain,
In softest whisper, breathed the strain,
Breathe the strain, &c.
For your devoted life, thirsts the
assassin's knife,

Of those with studied care, who
smile on you beware;

Beneath each flower you tread, a serpent hides its head, &c.

I know not if the tale be true,
But as they sang, I sing to you,
I know not if the tale be true,
But as they sang, I sing to you.
La, la, tra, la, tra, la, la, tra, &c.

The youth who in his fond heart felt sure,

All feeling, as his own were pure,
Resolved not passion led away,
That warning voice to disobey;
When bent on saving one so young,
The spirit once more sweetly sung.
For your devoted life, &c

PIRATE'S CHORUS.

EVER be happy and bright as thou art, Pride of the pirate's heart,

Ever be happy and bright as thou art, Pride of the pirate's heart.

Long be thy reign o'er land and main, By the glave, by the chart,

Queen of the pirate's heart,

Queen, ever be happy and bright as thou art,

Pride of the pirate's heart, &c.

GIVE ME A COT IN THE VALLEY I LOVE.

GIVE me a cot in the valley I love, A tent in the greenwood, a home in the grove;

I care not how humble, for happy 'twould be,

If one faithful heart will but share it with me.

Our haunts shall be nature's own beautiful bowers,

Our

gems

shall be nature's own beautiful flowers;

All woo'd by the sunshine, and kissed by the gale,

The proudest might envy our home in the vale.

Lov'st thou to listen to music's sweet voice,

Then fly to the woods where the song birds rejoice

Or wouldst thou be free, to the forest repair,

The stag in its freedom bounds merrily there.