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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!
My blessin' and my pride:
Since my poor Mary died.
Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary,
That still kept hoping on,
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!
In the land I'm goin' to;
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,
To the place where Mary lies;
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
Bright, bright as day.
Praise, praise for aye.
Come to this happy land
Come, come away;
Why still delay?
Blest, blest for aye.
Bright in that happy land
Beams every eye:
Love cannot die.
A JOLLY fat friar loved liquor good store,
And he had drunk stoutly at supper;
And sat with his face to the crupper. “ Some rogue,” quoth the friar, “ quite dead to remorse,
Some thief, whom a halter will throttle,
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.”
The steed made a stop-in a pond he had got,
He was rather for drinking than grazing;
But to drink with their tails is amazing !
In the pond fell this son of a pottle;
Here she goes—and There she Goes.
Two Yankee wags, one summer day,
Supped, frolicked, late retired to rest,
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
“You mean the clock that 's ticking there?
“Tom, do n't you recollect,” said Will,
The very image of this present,
The landlord said, with grin admiring, “What wager was it?"
In keeping with the pendulum,
“Well, if I would, the deuce is in it!"
“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
Conveyed a purse upon the table.
He heard them running down the stair,
His mother happened in, to see