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THE CHARMS
Larry O'Shaughnefly'sTour thro' Dubl-io.
■WRITTEN BY DA. J. S. DOEfl,
^pndfung ty Mr. Owenson, as an Epilogue to fkc
" New Rehearfel," a Comedy written iy'Dr.'DoAi,
.and performed at the (Theatre-Jtoyai, Craw-Jlreet,
May, 177.7-
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TUNi— " Ballina mona."
SINCE Larry O'Shaughneffy firft came to town,
On foot, coach, aifd horfe-back he walk'd up
> and down ; ,
To fee what was fightlj he ne'er grudg'd his crown,
j And his obfervatioDs in words he'll fet down.
\ Ball; na mona Ora,
'Och! a 'fine fight fof'Tne.
T u K E— " Gee ho ! Dobbin"
'.The firfl; place Itravell'd to was Stephen s-green,
'Where fine folks parade it, ro fee and-be feen,
Therelfavv fuch high-hesds that theladtcs do wear
:Made of uocl enough to fluff a faddle,! I'wear ;
With plumes nodding,
Lappets bobbing, , '••
Nodding and bobbing wherever they-go. '
TUNE — " Tiifalderal."
JDown Dams-Jireet as I was walking,
'J'here girls of ev'ry degree.
Some fcolding, fome fwearing, fome talking.
On every Jlep did. I fee,
- With their tit fai de ral.
TUNE—" Shcelii'Tia Gnirah."
'Next to the Four-Courts I went to behoW.'Ifir !
Lawyers contending for jtiflice — and gold, fir I
Laying down law for plaintiff and defendant,
Och ! both will be plaintiff ere they've made an end
on't.
■Clever attoriiles to make Black Teem white ;
WitnelTes felling their confciences quite ;
Juries impartial, and mofl upright judges,
Yet the court full of fpleen, rancour and
grudges.
TUNE — "Murdoch O'Blaney."
Then to the Tholfd I went in a hurry,
Where I faw ihe grave aldermen and the. lord
mayor ;
In the Court of Confcience folks in a great flurry ;
And in the Crown- Office men going to fwear.
Whilft catch-poles and beadles.
With eyes fiiaip as needles.
Stood eager as grey -hounds to follow a hare ;
Up flairs then I wenc to the place
Where the cornmon-council-men fat.
Where they fpecch'd it with fpirit and grace,
Tho' I could not tell what they'd be at.
TUNE — ■' Do£lijr Mack''
To St. Patrick's Church I went,
And heard the organs playing;
And when there, was fully bent
To keep my eyes from ftraying ;
But fuch pretty girls I faw,
They fpoil'd all my devotion ;
For tho' I kept my tongue in awe.
They gave my heart a motion.
TUNE — " Moll- Roe."
To a houfe I went next — like a blockhead,
Where they rattled the dice- to and fro,
'i'ill they rattled the. cafli irom my pocket,
And made my poor puifc lank and low.
Then with pidgeons and iharpers furrounded,
Whiie curJei and oaths iill'd the room,
My ears with iheir din was confounded,
So I left, them and went my way home.
OF MELODY.
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TUNE — " Patrick's Day in the Morning."
The very next morning. I went to the College,
And the ftudents I faw with their caps and their
gowns ;
Who'r'e equally deep in learning and knowledge,
With the fcholars of all other nations.
For there the arts and fciences flourifii,
As well as in any place upon earth :
Tho' the lads fometimes rattle,
And fometimes give battle,
Yet when that is over,
'They.ever difcovcT,
That honor and virtue in their hearts take biith.
For they are in truth, fir !
But fallies'of youth, fir .'
And after, thty.ftine in their ftation.
TUNE — " Shaun-hiioy."
The very fame night I heard a flrange fight,
Aa Uproar was furig by fhrill voices,
.But raon-a-mon-dyowl,
I fwear by my foul,
My ears was ne'er made for fuch noifes;
They faid, 'twas Italian,
But I'm a rafcallion
If compar'd to Irijh it can be ;
What's f?i/« /'ar^fi
To Jweet Gramachne,
■Oi.Non Duiitare to Shaun-huoy ?
TUN t.— -Moreen -na Gibherla ttn"
I toi z Mafquerade went.
Where folks in frightful fhapes I faw,
'My heart did thump and fide»pant;
To fee them fkip like a jack daw :
Whilft friars, nuns, and devils.
Kings and blackmen made a rout;
And bright eyes fpread ftrange evils.
As thro' the mafks they popped out.
TUNE — " The Waterman."
At length to this Theatre chanee it has brought me
W here I fo much beauty and candour now fee.
And the Author of this night-piece has befought me,
To entreat you tofavour'his new Comedy.
" For indeed" faid he "if you fpeak for me, LarryJ
" I am pretty fure that it will not mifcarry."
Then hear my petition, and let the play live.
And his and my thanks we'll unitedly give.
The Braes, of Yarrow.
BUSK ye, bufkye,my bonie, bonie bride,
And dry your eyes wi' anguilh ftreaming j
For our approach, i\\ eyes on Clyde
Are nov/ wi' expeftation beaming;
There we'll enjoy the merry day —
(But here your days are dimm'd wi' forrow:>
There pafs in love the night away,
And think nae mair en gloomy Yarrow.
How can I bulk a bonie, bonie bride,
Or how can I reftrain frae weeping—
When he is tofs'd on ocean wide,
Who has my waefu' heart in keeping!
Ah ! lang,Jang, maun I view, wi' pain.
The ftream made bitter wi' my forrow J
And, for his coming, iang in vain,
Look frae the flow'ry banks of YarroWo
Yet leave me ftilL a weeping maid,
By Yarrow's lonely waves to languifli;
For, fooner than confent to wed,
The grave (hall bury a' my anguifh :
Thro' apprehenfion's fhado.vs gloom
Dark o'er the night of deep'ning forrow.
Yet, true to love, I'll prefs the tomb.
And him that won my heart e«: Yarrow.