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POPULAR SONGS. 159
Where the rapid swallows flying',
Sweet its distant murmurs dying,
Leaves alone around us sighing,
Wilt thou meet me there, love ?
Where soft gales from beds of flowers,
Fragrant incense, bear, love,
Sweet as eastern maidens' bowers.
Wilt thou meet me there, love ?
Where the bird of love is singing,
Liquish notes around us flinging,
Rapture to the fond heart bringing.
Wilt thou meet me there, love ?*
THE BOYS OF KILKENNY.
Sung by Mr Weekes,
The boys of Kilkenny are stout roving blades,
When they get into company with pretty young
maids ;
They'll court them, and kiss them, and trate them
so free,
Och! of all the towns in Ireland, sweet Kilkenny for
me,
Ach ! mushagra, &c.
Through the middle of Kilkenny there runs a clear
stream.
In the town of Kilkenny, there lives a fair dame ;
Her lips are like roses, her cheeks much the same,
Like a dish of sweet strawberries smoder'din crame.
Ach 1 mushagra, &c.
* The fact of this song being a crack one of Sinclair's,
is, in our estimation, an additional proof, if any were re-
quired, of the utter inanity of toth words and music.