Courtship & marriage

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        MY BONNY

       YORKSHIRE

              LASS.

White, Printer, Rose-place, Liverpool

Kind friends I've come before you
My happy lot to tell,
I'll sing in praise of a charming girl,
With whom in love I fell.
She comes from out of Yorkshire,
Her name is Emily,
About as nice a buxum lass,
As ever you did see.

Her eyes are like the little stars,
That shine so bright above,
Her cheeks are like the rose blush
With her I fell in love.
Her pearly teeth and golden hair,
A fairy she'd surpass,
The pride of all the country,
Is my bonny Yorkshire las .

Her father keeps a little farm,
Not many miles from here,
Amidst the flowers and roses,
I roam with Emily dear ;
Her father, mother, and sister,
All with me agree,
But the pride of all the family,
Is my own dear Emily.

To see her in the dairy,
To me seems quite a treat,
Her milking pail, her pots and pans,
Look so trim and neat,
But the best of all amougst them,
And dearer far to me,
Is my pretty little Yorkshire lass
My own dear Emily.

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                 HARP

               AND THE

            SHAMROCK

             OF IRELAND.

I WEAR two lovely emblems, I wear them on
my breast,
A harp entwin'd with shamrocks are the emblems
I love best;
They are symbols of old Erin, the land that gave
me birth,
The sacred soil of Ireland, the dearest spot on
earth.

The harp and the shamrock of Ireland.
The harp and the shamrock for me,
And while I ve strength to raise my voice I'll
sing in praise,
Of the harp and the shamrock of Ireland.

When I see a bunch of shamsreks I think of
Patrick's Day,
And if I hear the tune struck up, it makes my
heart feel gay:
My spirits overcome me, I begin to shout and
bawl,
Then touch the harp of Erin, and I ll sing you
Tara's hall.

The old stone cross of Ireland is an emblem great
and grand,
With the woif-dog restin ealmly neath the round
towers of our land;
They are relies dear to Irishmen, no matter
where they roam,
Good men are always true to emblems of their
home.

I'd like to see old Erin's sons united heart and
hand,
To eredicate the prejudice that spoils our dear
old land ;
Let's smother party feeling and let the whole
world see,
We love our native emblems, and we live in unity