Could ever plunder her place of

strength,

Till Oliver Cromwell he did her prmwell,

Made breaches in all her battlements.

There is a cave where no daylight enters,

But cats and badgers are for ever bred.

And moss'd by nature makes it completer,

Than a coach and six or a downy

bed.

'Tis there the lake is well stored with

fishes,

And comely eels in the verdant mud Besides the leeches and the groves of beeches,

Standing in order to guard the flood.

There are great walks there for recreation,

'Tis there the lover may hear the dove, or

The gentle plover in the afternoon, There's Biddy Murphy the farme. daughter,

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A washing praities before the door, With Paddy O'Blarney from sweet Killarney,

All blood relations of lord Donough

more.

There's statues gracing this noble mansion,

All heathen gods and goddesses so fair,

Bold Neptune, Plutarch and Nicodemus,

All standing in the open air.

So now to finish this bold narration, That my poor geneo could not entwine,

But were I a Homer, or Nebuchadnezzar,

In every feature I'd make it shine.

THE DELIGHTS OF LOVE.

TUNE.-Fanny Gray.

OH love they say's delightful, and when on a woman's lip

Is sweeter than the nectar that the honey-bee can sip;

But love when felt as felt by me, a different thing is found,

It's unpleasant to be lifted high and thrown upon the ground.

Oh how fondly and how truly I have lov'd no tongue can tell,

And still by your permission on my folly wish to dwell.

For jealousy we've yellow, for love "true blue" 'tis said,

We've green for the forsaken, hut there's falsity in red.

The lass I lov'd, alas! was false, tho' fair as fair could be,

And yet I fondly love her still, tho' her heart is cold to me.

Forsaken, I look very green, thro' her falsity you know,

Confound those regimentals red the cause of all my woe.

The favor'd youth was six foot high, he might be rather more,

And mustachios like a kangaroo the long life-guardsman wore.

I never see a poplar, a lamp-post, or a

pump,

But I think upon my rival, and my heart goes thump-a-thump.

Whether sleeping or awake, breakfast, dinner, supper, tea;

Of the way I have been treated I'm reminded sure to be.

A lobster once so relishing, in disgust away I chucks,

And I never crack an egg but what I think upon his ducks.

All seasoning reminds me of the frippery he wears,

And my carving-knife presents to me the sabre that he bears.

The dog that guards my house at night, dispensed with he shall be, Confound all guards! I hate all guards, she's guarded so from me.

I still posess one gift of hers, and that's a lock of hair,

But if I told the colour you'd say falsity was there.

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She laughs with self-complacency at the havoc she has made,

In town I'm quite unhappy, and I hate the greenwood shade.

There are many who would wager 1 my love shall soon forget,

But I will not take the wager, since I cannot win a Bet.

I feel that I must love her still, tho' mine she ne'er can be,

Tho' it's weak I know to care for one, who cares no more for me.

GUARD HER AS A TREASURE

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GUARD, oh, guard her as a treasure,
She has giv'n her heart to thee
And her love's unbounded measure,
Shall thro' life thy solace be.
It was no slight thing to sever,
From the home of earlier youth;
And to trust her faith for ever,
In thy constancy and truth.

If the gift be worth thy keeping,
She will never mourn the day;