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To Anacreon in Heav'n where he sat in full glee, Tomlinson,
To a village that skirted the sea,

Together let us range the fields,
Tom Starboard was a lover true,

Dibdin,
'Twas at night ere the bell had toll'd twelve,
'Twas at the hour when night retreating,
'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat,
'Twas night, and the farmer his fire-side near,
'Twas one morn when the wind,
'Twas on the spot, in ancient lore oft nam'd,
'Twas on the Wolga, rolling dark, .

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We brethren Free-masons,
What's this dull town to me,
Whence comes this keen, this cutting smart,
When absent from her whom my soul holds,
When avarice enslaves the mind,
When Britain first at Heav'ns command,
When Charles was deceiv'd by the maid,
When first this humble roof I knew,
When in death I shall calm recline,
When life looks lone and dreary,
When my money was gone that I gain'd,
When rural lads and lasses gay,
When Steerwell heard me first impart,
When the fancy stirring bowl,
When the rose-bud of summer,
When the rosy morn appearing,
When the trees are all" bare,
When the winter wind whistles,
When thy bosom heaves the sigh,
When William Tell was doom'd to die,
Where weeps the willow o'er the stream,
While I hang on your bosom, distracted to lose,
While the lads in the village so merrily, ah,
Why fair maid in ev'ry feature,
Why heaves that soft bosom,
With broken words and downcast eyes,

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Thomson, 155
T. Moore, 59
Burgoyne, 121
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Ye destroyers of man,
Ye mariners of England,
Ye shepherds tell me have you seen,
Ye wealthy and proud,
Yon poor Negro girl, an exotic plant,
Young Henry was as brave a youth,

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Young love flew to the Paphian bow'r,
Young love once liv'd in an humble shed,

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IRISH AND COMIC SONGS.

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A Captain bold in Halifax,
A glass is good, and a lass is good,
A jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store,
A fandlady of France she lov'd an officer 'tis said,
A priest of Kajaaga, as blind as a stone, Coleman,
Ah dark are the halls where our ancestors, Dimond,
Amo Amas, I love a lass,

O'Keeffe,
As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping,
As down on Banna's banks I stray'd,

Mr. Poe,
As I came in by Calder fair,

Oliver,
As I stray'd o'er the common,
As I went down by yon blind quay,
Assist me ye lads who have hearts void of guile,
At the dead of the night, when by whisky, Johnson,
Awake the harp's slumber to pleasures soft lay,
By the big hill of Howth,
Come bustle neighbour prig,
Come listen to my story,
Come none of your nonsense, I'm not to be had,
Dear Erin how sweetly thy green bosom rises, .
Do hear me now Pat--I beseech thee be easy, . J. G.
From a flasket of gin, my dear Nancy requested,
From Brighton two Paddies walk'd nnder

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From great Londonderry to London so merry,
Green were the fields where

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Hear, comrades, hear your Chieftain's voice,

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If my own botheration don't alter my plan,
In Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whisky, Coleman,
In summer when the leaves were green,

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It was Murphy Delaney, so funny and frisky, Dibdin, · 195
I was born once at home when my mother was out, Do. 219
I was the boy for bewitching 'em,

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Ladies, how d’ye do,

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Morning a cruel turmoiler is,

A. Boswell, 187
My darling, says Pat, to bis spouse in his lap,

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My dear Molly Mogg, you're as soft as a bog,

Reed,
My father was once a great merchant,

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My muse, let us wake Eric's harp,

J. G. 179
My thoughts delight to wander,

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Now. Allister has tun'd his pipes,

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Now we're all met here together,

Dibdin, 239
O did you not hear of Kate Kearney,

Owenson, 170
O love is the soul of a neat Irishman,

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O will you sit in the bow'r with me,

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Och when I was a gossoon so merry and frisky,

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Oh, hush the soft sigh, maid,

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Oh many a mountain I wearily measure,

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Oh soldiers of England, your merciless doings,

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Oh touch, dear maid, the trembling string,
Oh, whack! Cupid's a mannikin,

Coleman, 165
Oh yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney,

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Oh when I breath'd a last adieu,

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Old father Pat was blythe and free,

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One morning very early,

Geo. Syron, 167
Ope thy casement, lady bright,

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Our immortal poet's page,

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Over port, pipe, or snuff box,
Put round the full glass'tis the season of joy, . T. A. 208
Shepherds I have lost my love,

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Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear,

o Keeffe, : 201
Swift fly the hours when in youth's happy day,

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The cloth taken out, and fresh liquor brought in,

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The Hero may perish his country to save, Wm. Smyth, 213
The moon dimi'd her beams in a feathery cloud,

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The moon throws her shadowy light on the hill,
The soul of an Irishman centres in whisky, T. A. 209

There came to the beach a poor exile of Érin, · Campbell, 175
There's a difference to be seen,

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There was an Irish lad,

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Tho' Leixlip is proud of its close shady bow'rs, O'Keeffe, 163
To me, my sweet Kathleen, the Benshee has cried, Wm. Smyth, 212
'Twas bus'ness requir'd I'd from Dublin, .

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Coleman,

Wear with me the rosy wreath,
What's all the world to me,
When full in the broad light of Heav'n,
When I took my departure from Dublin's,
When I was at home I was merry and frisky,
When I was at home with my father and mother,
When the loud yell of war had ceas'd,
When war was heard, and Erin's call,
Where's the rosy smile you gave me,
Wherever I'm going, and all the day long,
With a dozen thirteeners in a nice paper bag,
Why do you lovely virgins mourn,
Why weep thus, dear Norah,

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Adieu, a heart-warm fond adieu,
Adieu my lov'd harp for no more shall the vale,
Adieu to fair Scotland, the land of my birth,
Ae fond kiss and then we sever,
Aúld Watty of Kebbuckston brae,

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Dear Tom this brown jug that now foams,
Dear land of my birth, of my friends,
Ere bright Rosina met my eyes,
Far, far from me my lover flies,
Go patter to lubbers and swabs d'ye see,
Go where war and thy country calls thee,
How sweet is the gloaming, when carelessly,
Hark, 'tis the poor maniac's song,

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Long I've been an orphan poor,

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J. Frazer, . 270 Oh what is the gain of restless care, •

Wm. Smyth, 256 Rising o'er the heaving billow,

J. Train, 271 Sweet is the ship that, under sail,

Dibdin, 273 Sweet maid on thy cheek there's a red rosy blush, J. P. 272 Since truth has left the shepherd's tongue, Pindar, • 259 There's fouth o' braw Jockies and Jennies,

275 Thou dark-winding Carron once pleasing to see, Tannahill, . 264 What, is there ill news, you're so sad,

S. Kemble, . 277 When nature with wild-flowers,

Cunningham, 255 Where shall the lover rest,

W. Scott, 278 Wide o'er Bannock's heathy wold,

Cunningham,282 Wild howls the wind,

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Vol. I. Page 12. line 11. for why should age, read why should auld age.

80. in Title, for I LOO’D NEAR, read I LOO'D NE’ER. 288. in song given in the note, verse 2, line 2,

for slowly steals, read slowly steal.

VOL. II. Page 262. line 20. for pluckings o' fattery, read fleechings o'

flattery

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