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There was an Irish lad,

Tho' Leixlip is proud of its close shady bow'rs,

O'Keeffe,

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To me, my sweet Kathleen, the Benshee has cried, Wm. Smyth, 212
'Twas bus'ness requir'd I'd from Dublin, .

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,

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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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MISCELLANEOUS SONGS.

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,

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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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I hae seen great anes and sat in great ha's,

Long I've been an orphan poor,

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Now the chill hoary blast of the winter is o'er,
Now spring again wi' liesome tread,

Oh what is the gain of restless care,

Rising o'er the heaving billow,

Sweet is the ship that, under sail,

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Wm. Smyth, 256

Dibdin,

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Sweet maid on thy cheek there's a red rosy blush, J. P.
Since truth has left the shepherd's tongue,

There's fouth o' braw Jockies and Jennies,
Thou dark-winding Carron once pleasing to see,

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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,

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for slowly steals, read slowly steal.

VOL. II.

Page 262. line 20. for pluckings o' flattery, read fleechings o'
flattery.

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Printed by A. & J. Duncan,

Argyle Street, Glasgow.

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