Should auld ac- quain-tance be for-got, And ne-ver brought to min'? Should auld ac What welcome sonnds now meet mine ear, He's com-in' a-gain, he's com - in' a-gain, O! welcome sounds, to me how dear, We'll see him again, we'll see him a-gain! gather, then gather, Ye lads o' the hea-ther, To see him again, to see him a peat the strain, 'He's com-in' a-gain, he's com-in' a-gain!' gain; Let hill and dale re O! ye wha've lang shed sorrow's tear, Wi' hearts sae sair, wi' hearts sae sair ; O! ye wha mourn the brave an' dear, Ye'll see nae mair, ye'll see nae mair! Their trials an' struggles a' are past,So greet nae mair, so greet nae mair; For heav'n has own'd our cause at last, An' heard their pray'r, an' heard their pray'r. O! ye to whom your country's dear, Rejoice wi' me, rejoice wi' me; Let the echoing hills repeat the strain, He's comin' again, he's comin' again!' To fight for truth wha ere did rue? Tho' adverse a' tho' adverse a'; When fortune frown'd, and friends were few, For him they fought, for him did fa'! O lang we thought our sun was set, THE WEDDING OF BALLYPOREEN. Descend, ye chaste Nine, to a true Irish bard-You're old maids, to be maids, boys, or priest, and a wed-ding, With a crowd you could scarce thrust your head in, A sup-per, good cheer, and a bed - ding, Which hap-pen'd at Bal-ly - po- reed. Iwas a fine summer's morning-about twelve in the day, All the birds fell to sing, all the asses to bray, When Patrick the bridegroom, and Oonagh the oride, In their best bibs and tuckers, set off side by side: The maids blush'd, the bridesmen did swear, They were soon tack'd together, and home did return, To make merry the day at the sign of the Churn, There were Bryan Macdermot, and Shaughnessy's brat, With Terence, and Driscol, and platter-fac'd Pat; There were Sheelah, and Larry the genius, Now the bridegroom sat down to make an oration. And he charm'd all their souls with his kind bo[he curs'd, theration; 'They were welcome,' he said, and he swore and "They might eat till they swell'd, and might drink till they burst: The first christening I have, if I thrive, sirs. Tuen the bride she got up to make a low bow, She blush'd and she stammer'd-the few words she She whisper'd so low, that she bother'd them all ; But her mother cried, 'What, are you dead, child? [child; Now they sat down to meat-Father Murphy said grace: Smoking hot'were the dishes, and eager each face, The knives and forks rattled, spoons and platters did play, And they elbow'd and jostled, and wallop'd away. Potatoes dress'd both ways, both roasted and boil'd; Now the whiskey went round, and the songsters forsake, [shake And each lad take his sweetheart their trotters to Now to Patrick the bridegroom and Oonagh the bride, Let the harp of old Ireland be sounded in pride, And to all the brave guests, young or old, gray or green, Drunk or sober, that jigg'd it at Ballyporeen. I wish you may be half as merry Andante. HOW SLOWLY MOVE THE HOURS. fair, With na-ture's wildest grace; When-e'er I miss thee there, Be-comes a de-sert place. middle and mountains around; Where sometimes he mournful-ly sings 'Grammachree,' Or whis-tles more cheerfully sweet' Lango-lee,' Or whis-tles more cheerfully sweet 'Lan-go-lee.' Young Paddy indeed is not polish'd or mild, Then let us not laugh at his bulls or his blunders, cuckoo then on ev-e-ry tree Sings merri-ly, sings mer-ri-ly, sings mer-ri-ly, Yes, thus sings the < cuc-koo- cuc-koo, cuc-koo, cuckoo, cuckoo: O! tones most clear, O! tones most clear, Thy wife, 'tis true, loves words a few, My wifc, 'tis true, loves word: a few; What then? I let her prate; What then? I let her prate. For, some-times smooth and sometimes rough, I Andante. THE HEATH THIS NIGHT. The heath this night must be my bed, The brack en cur-tain for my head, My lullaby, my lullaby, the warder's tread, Far, far from love and Och! when I was christen'd 'twas on a fair day, And my own fair-fac'd mo-ther call me her dear joy, And that I was this, why she often would say, And that I was this, why she of-ten would say, gay-ful, play-ful, prat-tling, tat-tling, beau-ti-fi, b du - ti ful, look-ing sweet, lov-ing neat, Arrah! when I grew up, I grew always in love-Variety's pleasing, and never ean cloy; So, true to ten thousand I'd constantly prove, A sighing, dying, complying, pressing, caressing, distressing, adoring, imploring, encoring, die away, sigh away, looking sweet, loving neat, O! boderation! a tight Irish boy. At war, love, or drinking, myself am the lad, [stroy, O! bo- der - a-tion! A tight Irish boy.' For a cup of the creature soon makes my heart glad,Then I'm a laughing, quaffing, smoking, joking, swearing, tearing, rumical, comical, sightable, fightable, sing away, ding away, roll about, troll about, looking sweet, loving neat, die away, sigh away, dash away, thrash away, flash away, smash away, O! boderation! a tight Irish boy. |