I'M O'ER YOUNG TO MARRY YET

I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet,

I'm o'er young, 'twould be a sin to take me from my mammy yet. I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet,

I'm o'er young, 'twould be a sin to take me from my mammy yet;

I am my mammy's airn bairn, nor of my hame am weary yet;

And I would have you learn lads, that ye, for me must tarry yet; For I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet,

I'm o'er young, 'twould be a sin to take me from my mammy yet.

I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet,

I'm o'er young, 'twould be a sin to take me from my mammy yet, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet,

I'm o'er young, 'twould be a sin to take me from my mammy yet;

I hae had my ain way none dare to contradict me yet,

Soon to say I wad obey, in truth I dare not venture yet.

For I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet,

I'm o'er young, 'twould be a sin to take me from my mammy yet.

COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE

GIN a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry
Ilka body has a body,

?

Ne'er a ane hae I;

But a' the lads they lo❜e me,

And what the waur am I?

Gin a body meet a body
Comin' fra the well,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body tell?

Ilka a body has a body, &c.

Gin a body meet a body

Comin' frae the town,

Gin a body kiss a body,

Need a body frown?

Ilka Jenny has her Jockey, &c.

A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME.

TUNE.-Some love to roam.

I LOVE to ride o'er the foaming tide, Where the winds and waves play

free,

With a daring band, with a blade in

hand,

Oh, a pirate's life for me;

Our craft's broad sails, breast, breeze or gale

And merrily forth she flies,

To follow each bark, o'er waves so dark,

And seek the glorious prize.

Yoe ho! yoe ho! &c

Each gallant bark, we quickly mark,
And we follow in her track,

Though guns appear, as we bear near,
We range up for attack.

Our hot gun's blaze sweep shroud and stays,

Amid death and horror's cries, Our boarding pikes! she strikes, We merrily seize our prize.

Yoe ho! yoe ho! &c.

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NORAH M'SHANE.

I'VE left Ballymornach a long way behind me,

To better my fortune, I've crossed the big sea;

But I'm sadly alone, not a creature to mind me,

And faith I'm as wretched as wretched can be;

I think of the buttermilk, fresh as the daisy,

The beautiful hills and the emerald plain,

And ah! don't I oftentimes think myself crasy

About that young black-eyed rogue
Norah M'Shane.

I sigh for the turf pile so cheerfully burning,

When barefoot I trudg'd it from toil. ing afar,

When I toss'd in the light the thirteen I'd been earning

And whistl'd the anthem of "Erin go Bragh."

In truth, I believe that I'm half broken hearted,

To my country and love, I must get back again,

For I've never been happy at all since
I parted,

From sweet Ballymornach and Norah
M'Shane.

Oh! there's something so dear in the cot I was born in,

Though the walls are but mud and the roof is but thatch,

How familiar the grunt of the pigs in the morning,

What music in lifting the rusty old latch.

'Tis true I'd no money, but then I'd no sorrow,

My pockets were light, but my head had no pain;

And if I but live till the sun shine to

morrow,

I'll be off to dear Erin and Norah
M'Shane.