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MADAM CROFTON,

BY THOMAS FURLONG.

With delight may I praise a fair dame that is dear
To the lovers of music, of mirth, and good cheer;
'Tis my joy in each change the fond theme to renew,
From thy bard, lovely Crofton, this tribute is due,

This tribute is due.

Sweet dame of the brilliant and soft curi'd tresses, Whose hand with the goblet thy minstrel still blesses ; Young, gentle, and generous, and sprightly, and kind, All faultless in person, and spotless in mind,

And spotless in mind.

How blooming thy cheek, thy young bosom how fair,
How rich the long locks of thy beautiful hair ;
That neck so proportion’d, so snowy in hue,
And the smile that each spirit can soothe or subdue,

Can soothe or subdue.

Cailín báidheach, cráidhbheách, clúiteKch,

beán le'r bh-feárr-de cáirde shúgách ; Hi bh-fuighe Kén-neách bás den d-tárt

bheidhe ́s A chóidhche 'za̸ cóir.

Uch! is fíor zur náémhthá «n duine,

Fuáir már chéile i-si,

'Y An tráth bheidhe ́s Betídhe gheánámhuil sínte Air

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Sábháil de Kir An gcúpla t-séimh zách oidhche K's
Sách lá.

May the gay lovely Bessy still sit by thy side,
May thy spouse ever smile on his beautiful bride
As a friend ever dear, ever lov'd as a wife :
Oh! pure be thy pleasures, and long be thy life,

And long be thy life.

Margh Airιad - chor carais.
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Cearbhallán ró chán.

ach Koibhinn do'n sgáfáire bheidheás 'g á mealladh,

Plannda leinbh ná mín-chrobh m-bán;

'Sí grádh K's spéis do'n n-uaisle ghrinne, cailín sukire ná zrugige finne,

Yud é már deirim, Kzus nách Kir is miúnn liom trácht? da m-biadh an réim-so linn Kg GKodhláibh már budh chleáchtách,

Hí fhéadama̸oid-ne codla d'oidhche ná do lá,

2 shúil bhreázh, mhódh'mháil, mhór ná máise, bhéilin cheólmháir, oide zách tuigsi,

Phezídhe dheás na b-péa̸rla̸dha, séun ort Kgus «gh !

A chúmháil ná b-prionnsa̸ Spáinnekch, lúb na d-trillis bh-fáinneach,

Moch líontúr fíon dúinn, Agus bíodhma̸oid-ne choidhche
A sláinte 'g á h‐ól;

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PEGGY CORCORAN.'

VOL. I.

BY THOMAS FURLONG.

How happy the youth who can win the soft smile

Of Peggy the gentle, the lovely, the young, The life of each circle, the light of the Isle,

The joy-beaming star of whom minstrels have sung Tho' the Gael in their glory should start up again, To strike the proud soul of the foeman with fear; The chieftains, unheeded, might wait for a strain, If Peggy, sweet Peggy, the charmer were near.

The nobles of Spain have been seen at her side,2
They have paus'd in delight on her beauty to gaze—

But come, fill the wine, be the goblet supplied,

And each string that I touch shall ring loud in her praise.

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