There was an Irish lad, Tho' Leixlip is proud of its close shady bow'rs, O'Keeffe, 201 163 To me, my sweet Kathleen, the Benshee has cried, Wm. Smyth, 212 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, . 168 When I was at home I was merry and frisky, MISCELLANEOUS SONGS. Adieu, a heart-warm fond adieu, Adieu my lov'd harp for no more shall the vale, Dear Tom this brown jug that now foams, Ere bright Rosina met my eyes, Go patter to lubbers and swabs d'ye see, How sweet is the gloaming, when carelessly, I hae seen great anes and sat in great ha's, Long I've been an orphan poor, Now the chill hoary blast of the winter is o'er, Oh what is the gain of restless care, Rising o'er the heaving billow, Sweet is the ship that, under sail, Wm. Smyth, 256 Dibdin, Sweet maid on thy cheek there's a red rosy blush, J. P. There's fouth o' braw Jockies and Jennies, Pindar, Tannahill, A. Page 12. line 11. for why should age, read why should auld age. - for slowly steals, read slowly steal. VOL. II. Page 262. line 20. for pluckings o' flattery, read fleechings o' |