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The Br.-on of Sirmyliio.ns rofe with tlie day
' r'.7a; in J'.ine, rjt'y JiMiu - - -
'I'ii MoiiBy thiit tedtices all mank'.n.l
' Vb Wine tiiat clears the uivleriiiiuling
' l\v.i> at the fll;nt fol'mn hour,
I'o the chafe, to the chile, 011 the brow of ths '.iill, -
ru^';t!T?r let u; range the fiel h, ~ - -
I" leie was an ol 1 man, an'l though it's not common, -
f ho water riifh'il, the water frt-tllM,
The huircrs are iip', -mn thf ru.lily facM morn,
Tile vvorklmav go hiui.iiig. for iiionty orfauie, ' -
The decii vva- cleaiM, the yjllaiit band
The broom bl.iomM (ofefh and lb fair,
Tnere wai D.irotiiy Dump, would iiiiutfr and mump, -
There is one thinj;, my frends, I nuift ottvr to you,
I'iie day is dep.ined, an] roun.l from the cloud,
Til-- knig'-r laid his head u|>on Eiv-r's Hoh, . -
Tile face of bold Cjptain' Meg:in,
That n'oney makes the mare go,
'-'lie rote had been walh'd — jull wafh'd in a (hower,
I he paffin; bell ws^ heard to. toll!
The wmd blew a b'llH'iom t!ie northward,
Tho' the language ot friendlliip is f.veet,
T.vil^ght gli.nmtn o'er the fttep:
Tile firft uf my pranks was at little Rathfhane,
Tom Truelove w:oo'd the fweetelt fiir, - .
Tiie b;ir!ling tear that foon mult flow,
I'iie darkncls which htniJ upon Willumberg's walls
Tiiey lighted up s tap.r at thi dead of night,
Tj th«; maid that I love Cmpl city's dear,
The bloifoini bluih on ev ry fpray.
Under the Greenwood tree, _ _ _
Up among yon cl ffy rocks, - - _
Upon a fair morniii;.;, tor Ibl't recreation
Uoro'e thg K.ing of Men with fpeed.
Unhappy C iill of Idi.creiion!
Va iilv now you ftrive to" cliarni nie.
Vain is Saiitv's g'tidy Flow'r, -
W:ien Bibo thought fit froui this world to retreat -
WiiMi William at Eve meets me down at the ftile,
What Virgin or Shepherd of valley or giove.
With care .1 fearc'u'd Ihe viliige round,
VViien bidden to the wake or fair,
VVlien ifieles hang upon ihe wall.
When Orpheus went down to the regions below,
Wlien firlt this hmr.ble roof 1 knew,
W.iile the Lads of the village (ball merrily ah !
While (ome for pleai' re pawn their Health,
When I was a yo '"g iJie, what girl was l.ke me,
With my jag in on- hand, and my pipe in llie other, -
W lift with ViHsge M.< ids 1 ilray,
'vV.if n firft you com ted me, - - -
When the Fancy ftirrmg Bowl - - -
W.ien the Anchor's weigh'd, and the Ship's unmoor'd -
Wh&i on boa-rd our trim Veffel we joyoufly fail'd,
Will you hear of a Spanifh Lady, -
vVlicn 'tis night and the mid watch is come - -
When fcarce a Uandipike high, -
"vV.ire I laid en Gicenlan^l's coafi,
\Vere 1 i..bligtd to oeg r..y Biead,
When gL-n'roui winr expands tile foul,
■.Vhdit liappv in my naiive land, - - -
What cheerful four,ds fiiliite our ears,
Wiien wakcn'd by the Convent Bell,
W 'at a charming thing's a Battle,
When thou ai t abfent, _ - _
'.V'hen 1 awake with painful brow.
Where fhall C:lia fly for Ihelter,
Were I a Sheplieru's iVIa d to keep,
What cheer, botiierT.irs! our tods are all o'er
VV hile up the ihrouds the Sailor goes,
Wlif-n once the Gods like us below,
With tunet'ul pipe and merry glee,
Whtn Molly lrvi;les beneath her cow,
When all was W! apt in dirk mi.lnight
With hounls and with liorn each rory rnorn,
Vv'hile Autumn wcghs doAui the late year,
Wh n I VV7.5 at horn-, I was merry and fuiky.
When Sleep has clos'd the Traveller's Kyes,
We Bi'ieds made up of frail clay, - -
j When 1 comes to town with a Load of hay,
Willy was a wanton wag, - - -
When courtfd byS'rephon, what pains then he took, -
When ever the mountain's brow, peeps the young n.orn,
While over the tremulous fea, - - -
\Vhen I was a'yoiinker aiid liv'd with my dad.
When Dazies py'd, and Videts blue,
^V■ov;!d yuu hear a ftory of woe.
When Troy town, for ten years wars, ■ -
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t When my money was gona which t gain'J in ihe war.-
• Wh n fir;t [ tiipp'd rny isading firings, .
j W.i n the Role is in bud, and blue Vudei's hl<j,\,
When l,>vely vvomanjjioop-. to li.lly,
When ficliOi nian cohlents (0 hiarrv,
Wli'-n Edward firfl heard Pol! of Plyniotith w?.s dead
Why f.vells my w:!Vy burnifb'd grain,
Vv'cll met, jolly fellows, well nut ;
VVhen Jove was refolv'd to create tl;e round eai th,
Wth grnfle u.urmurs flo,v'd th.e tide',
Vv'dl you hear how once repininc,
W -en I think on your tiuth 1 cap doubt you no more.
What fhoul.l Siil ,r's do on fbore,
Wherever I'm gu'ug an-d all the day long.
Water parted from tile Sea,
With ear'y hern, falute the ir.orn.
When i. drain the roiy boAl, _ _ -
VVhen cliterful day began ta Haw.n,
When fiiit 1 was inlilitd, I WhS bt>th young and gay, -
Wiiere new nioiAn Hay 6n banks of 'i'ity.
What wakes rtjis new pain in my brfalt
When the rough north forgets to he- ;l,
With woman and wine, I defy ev'iy care
Whi-n i took my departure from Dublin's fweef town, -
V/anton Cupid, ceale to hover - - '
W.iere craggy Clifls o'er hang the Main
With the Sun I rife at morn, - -
V\'lien Ztpliyr, who figl is for the Lover's. foft blifi,
Where the Gee fucics, there lurk I, - . -
When trees did bud, and fields were grt en
VViien peace hrre was rrigning , -
When rural Lads and Laifes gay,.
VVlien firfl I Ctw the Vill.ige Waide-n,
While little; on the "Village Green
When lovely Anna f rft 1 view'd, - - -
When Fancv roves in a rumbling Dream
When Inlt fom the Straits we had fairly cafl anchor -
Wiiat argulis pride and amiiition - - -
VVh( n fairly gleams die doubtful day,
When Donald fiift cane wooin^ me
Wlien vapours o'er 'he Meadows die.
When V/erttr lair Charloite beheld.
Why is Love (o p.il! defining , - -
When dread B-Ilona founds to Arms,
When the Mm J cSurt.ng caime - -
When whifjing winds are heard to blow.
We Soldier's drink, we Soldiers drink,
Within this breafi the recoru lies,
With mingled (bund of drum and fife.
Whan war's alarms entic'd mv Wi ly from me.
When I was young, tho' now aui old,
W hen rou^'d by the trumpet's loud clangour to arms
We'll ilriiYk, -and we'll never have dose, boys,
Why,- my Iwains, to blithe and clever,
Wnither, my love, ah! whither art thou gone ?
When Yanko, dear, fight far away,
Whilil I'ome in epic ftrains dehght.
When Phcebus the tops of the Hifls does adorn.
When you fiiall hcsr the found of joy.
When bick'iing hot to high word^ got,
We be SoUiers thiee -, - _ _ _
V«'hen 1 uuaff the roA' wine, _ _ _
When Chlot try'd l.er ''irKia Fires
When o'er the world the'heedlefs Iamb,
V/hen the roiy mora appearinij, - - -
What Bard, C) Tini:', difcover, - - -
Where is Pjeafure ? tell nie where, - -
Vt'hillt on thy dear 'bofom lying - _ _
Would you know my d;.ar friends what the Honey
■ Moon is - . - - -
When Fanny, blooiiyng fair, _ _ _
Would you taffe the Noontide Air,
'What beauties does Flora difclolir,
V.'hen learning and ic ence were both funk innight,
'vVhen I was a younkcr, I frit was apprentice,
Whiili a captive to your charms • - - -
When firlt i kenn'd young Sandy's face -
When firtf young H<irry told his tale.
Where Lovsthon waves its yellow corn,
■Vv^here barring angry vv'ntei's ttoims,
When firif upon your tender cheek,
Wtien Mirth an Infant fleeping lay,
When Britain firlt, at Heav'n's command,
With Dedia could 1 ever flay, _• _ _
'Why heaves my fond bofbni, ah ! what ran it mean,
When Nigbis were cold, and rain and fleet,
Were I to clioofe the greatclt biifs.
While frequent on Tvkced and on Tay,
Wind, g^nde Evergreen, to form s fliade - -
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