And as the night was cold, VIII Whether her Pa and Ma IX MORAL Hey diddle diddlety, Cat and the Fiddlety, Maidens of England take caution by she! Let love and suicide Never tempt you aside, And always remember to take the door-key. LYRA HIBERNICA THE POEMS OF THE MOLONY OF KILBALLY MOLONY THE PIMLICO PAVILION E pathrons of janius, Minerva and Vanius, This garden, by jakurs, is forty poor acres, (The garner he tould me, and sure ought to know;) And yet greatly bigger, in size and in figure, Than the Phanix itself, seems the Park Pimlico. O'tis there that the spoort is, when the Queen and the Court is Walking magnanimous all of a row, Forgetful what state is among the pataties And the pine-apple gardens of sweet Pimlico. There in blossoms odorous the birds sing a chorus, Of" God save the Queen" as they hop to and fro; And you sit on the binches and hark to the finches, Singing melodious in sweet Pimlico. There shuiting their phanthasies, they pluck polyanthuses Wid roses and jessimins, and other sweet specimins, |