IV Mother beside the fire Sat, her nightcap in; Father, in easy chair, Gloomily napping, When at the window-sill Came a light tapping! V And a pale countenance Looked through the casement. Loud beat the mother's heart, Sick with amazement, And at the vision which Came to surprise her, Shrieked in an agony “Lor! it's Elizar!" VI Yes, 't was Elizabeth Yes, 't was their girl; Hair out of curl. Blushing, exclaimed, “Let not your innocent Lizzy be blamed. VII Yesterday, going to aunt Jones's to tea, Mother, dear mother, I Forgot the door-key! And as the night was cold, And the way steep, Breakfast and sleep.” VIII Whether her Pa and Ma Fully believed her, Stern they received her; Cruel, though short, night, Tea for a fortnight. 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 LYRA HIBERNICA THE POEMS OF THE MOLONY OF KILBALLY MOLONY THE PIMLICO PAVILION Y. E pathrons of janius, Minerva and Vanius, Who sit on Parnassus, that mountain of snow, Descind from your station and make observation Of the Prince's pavilion in sweet Pimlico. 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 't is there that the spoort is, when the Queen and the Court is 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 That round in the gardens resplindently grow, Wid roses and jessimins, and other sweet specimins, Would charm bould Linnayus in sweet Pimlico. |