Soft April show'rs and bright May flow'rs Will bring the summer back again, But I'll follow you, ma Doinnall dhu, THE BLARNEY. O, WHEN a young bachelor wooes a young maid Who's eager to go and yet willing to stay, She sighs and she blushes, and looks half afraid, Yet loses no word that her lover can say, What is it she hears but the blarney? O, a perilous thing is this blarney! To all that he tells her she gives no reply, Or murmurs and whispers so gentle and low; And though he has asked her, when nobody's by, She dare not say "yes," and she cannot say "no." She knows what she hears is the blarney; O, a perilous thing is the blarney! But people get used to a perilous thing, And fancy the sweet words of lovers are true; So, let all their blarney be passed through a ring, The charm will prevent all the ill it can do, And maids have no fear of the blarney, Nor the peril that lies in the blarney! THE GENTLEMAN OF THE ARMY. JACOB BEULER. AIR-"Wha'll be king but Charlie." I'm Paddywhack, of Ballyback, And now they sing, "He's quite the thing, Och! what a jovial soldier !" Rub a dub dub, and pilli li loo, The lots of girls my train unfurls, Since I've been in the army! The Sallys, and Pollys, the Kittys and Dollys, In numbers would alarm ye; E'en Mrs. White, who's lost her sight, Admires me in the army. Rub a dub dub, &c. The roaring boys, who made a noise, Are now become before me dumb, Or else are very civil. There's Murphy Roake, who often broke And if one neglect to pay me respect, A gentleman of the army." Rub a dub dub, &c. My arms are bright, my heart is light, If I go on as I've begun, My comrades all inform me, Delightful notion, to get promotion, Rub a dub dub, and pilli li loo, THE COW THAT ATE THE PIPER. IN the year '98, when our troubles were great, And it was treason to be a Milesian, That black-whisker'd set we will never forget, Though history tells us they were In this troublesome time, oh! 'twas a great crime, And murder never was riper, At the side of Glenshee, not an acre from me, There lived one Denny Byrne, a piper. Neither wedding nor wake would be worth a shake, Where Denny was not first invited, At squeezing the bags and emptying the kegs, He astonished as well as delighted. In these times poor Denuy could not earn one penny, Martial law had him stung like a viper; They kept him within till the bones and the skin Were grinning thro' the rags of the piper. |