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For I 've laid you, darling, down to sleep,

With your baby on your breast.

I'm very lonely now, Mary

For the poor make no new friends ; But, O, they love the better sull

The few our Father sends!
And you were all I had, Mary,

My blessin' and my pride:
There 's nothing left to care for now,

Since my poor Mary died.

Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary,

That still kept hoping on,
When the trust in God had left my soul,

And my arm's young strength was gone; There was comfort ever on your lip,

And the kind look on your brow, I bless you, Mary, for that same,

Though you cannot hear me now.

I thank you for the patient smile

When your heart was fit to break, When the hunger-pain was gnawin' there, And you

hid it for my sake; I bless you for the pleasant word,

When your heart was sad and sore, Oh! I'm thankful you are gone, Mary,

Where grief can't reach you more!

I'm biddin' you a long farewell,

My Mary, kind and true!
But I 'll not forget you, darling,

In the land I'm goin' to;
They say there 's bread and work for all,

And the sun shines always there, But I 'll not forget old Ireland,

Were it fifty times as fair !

And often in those grand old woods

I 'll sit, and shut my eyes,
And my heart will travel back again

To the place where Mary lies;
And I 'll think I see the little stile

Where we sat side by side, And the springin' corn, and the bright May morn, When first you were my bride.


The Happy Land.

THERE is a happy land,

Far, far away
Where saints in glory stand,

Bright, bright as day.
Oh, how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Saviour King;
Loud let his praises ring-

Praise, praise for aye.

Come to this happy land

Come, come away;
Why will ye doubting stand-

Why still delay?
Oh, we shall happy be,
When, from sin and sorrow free,
Lord, we shall live with thee-

Blest, blest for aye.

Bright in that happy land

Beams every eye:
Kept by a Father's hand,

Love cannot die.
On then to glory run;
Be a crown and kingdom won;
And bright above the sun,
Reign, reign for aye.


Gluggity Glug.

A JOLLY fat friar loved liquor good store,

And he had drunk stoutly at supper;
He mounted his horse in the night at the door,

And sat with his face to the crupper. “ Some rogue,” quoth the friar, “ quite dead to remorse,

Some thief, whom a halter will throttle,
Some scoundrel has cut off the head of my horse,
While I was engaged at the bottle,

Which went gluggity, gluggity-glug-glug-glug.'

The tail of the steed pointed south on the dale,

'T was the friar's road home, straight and level; But, when spurred, a horse follows his nose, not his tail,

So he scampered due north like a devil. “This new mode of docking," the friar then said,

“I perceive does n't make a horse trot ill; “And 't is cheap, for he never can eat off his head While I am engaged at the bottle,

Which goes gluggity, gluggity-glug-glug-glug.”

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The steed made a stop-in a pond he had got,

He was rather for drinking than grazing;
Quoth the friar, “ 'T is strange headless horses should trotz

But to drink with their tails is amazing !
Turning round to see whence this phenomenon rose,

In the pond fell this son of a pottle;
Quoth he, “ The head 's found, for I 'm under his nose, -
I wish I were over a bottle,
Which goes gluggity, gluggity-glug-glug--glug.”


Here she goes—and There she Goes.

Two Yankee wags, one summer day,
Stopped at a tavern on their way;

Supped, frolicked, late retired to rest,
And woke to breakfast on the best.

The breakfast over, Tom and Will Sent for the landlord and the bill; Will looked it over; “ Very rightBut hold! what wonder meets my sight? Toml the surprise is quite a shock!” “What wonder? where ?" “ The clock! the clock!'

Tom and the landlord in amaze
Stared at the clock with stupid gaze,
And for a moment neither spoke;
At last the landlord silence broke:

“You mean the clock that 's ticking there?
I see no wonder, I declare;
Though may be, if the truth were told,
'T is rather ugly-somewhat old;
Yet time it keeps to half a minute,
But, if you please, what wonder 's in it?"

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“Tom, do n't you recollect,” said Will,
“The clock in Jersey near the mill,

The very image of this present,
With which I won the wager pleasant?”
Will ended with a knowing wink-
Tom scratched his head, and tried to think.
“Sir, begging pardon for inquiring,"

The landlord said, with grin admiring, “What wager was it?"

“You remember,
It happened, Tom, in last December.
In sport I bet a Jersey Blue
That it was more than he could do,
To make his finger go and come

In keeping with the pendulum,
Repeating, till one hour should close,
Still ' Here she goesand there she goes '--
He lost the bet in half a minute."

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“Well, if I would, the deuce is in it!"
Exclaimed the landlord; “try me yet,
And fifty dollars be the bet.”
Agreed, but we will play some trick
To make you of the bargain sick!"
“I'm up to that!"

“Do n't make us wait; Begin, the clock is striking eight." He seats himself, and left and right His finger wags with all his might, And hoarse his voice, and hoarser grows, With “ Here she goes--and there she goes !

“Hold,” said the Yankee, "plank the ready!'

The landlord wagged his fingers steady
While his left hand, as well as able,

Conveyed a purse upon the table.
“Tom, with the money let 's be off!"
This made the landlord only scoff.

He heard them running down the stair,
But was not tempted from his chair.
Thought he, “The fools! I 'll bite them yet!
So poor a trick sha' n't win the bet.”
And loud and loud the chorus rose
OfHere she goesand there she
While right and left his finger swung,
In keeping to his clock and tongue.

goes !

His mother happened in, to see
Her daughter. “Where is Mrs. B-
When will she come, as you suppose ?

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