When Spring, with its buds and its dasies, They'd choose the expense to ashume. There's Alderman Toad and his lady, 'T was they gave the Clart and the Poort, I warnt that the aiting will stop, Or chop; And the butcher may shut up his shop. Yes, the grooms and the ushers are goin, And Corry, the bould Connellan, And the servants are packing their boxes, - Without you? O Meery, with ois of the blue! MR. MOLONY'S ACCOUNT OF THE BALL GIVEN TO THE NEPAULESE AMBASSADOR BY THE PENINSULAR AND ORIENTAL COMPANY WILL ye choose to hear the news, These men of sinse dispoised expinse, "We'll show the blacks," says they, "Almack's, And Jullien's band it tuck its stand, And soft bassoons played heavenly chunes, And when the Coort was tired of spoort, Where lashins of good dhrink there was. At ten before the ball-room door, The noble Chair' stud at the stair, And bade the dthrums to thump; and he O fair the girls, and rich the curls, And bright the oys you saw there, was; This Gineral great then tuck his sate, (Bedad his troat, his belt, his coat, All bleezed with precious minerals ;) The squeezin and the pushin was. O Pat, such girls, such Jukes, and Earls, Just think of Tim, and fancy him Amidst the hoigh gentilitee! 1 James Matheson, Esq., to whom, and the Board of Directors of the Peninsular and Oriental Company, I, Timotheus Molony, late stoker on board the "Iberia," the "Lady Mary Wood," the "Tagus," and the Oriental steamships, humbly dedicate this production of my grateful muse. There was Lord De L'Huys, and the Portygeese Ministher and his lady there, And I reckonised, with much surprise, Our messmate, Bob O'Grady, there; There was Baroness Brunow, that looked like Juno And Baroness Rehausen there, And Countess Roullier, that looked peculiar There was Lord Crowhurst (I knew him first, And Mick O'Toole, the great big fool, There was Lord Fingall, and his ladies all, And Paddy Fife, with his fat wife; I wondther how he could stuff her in. Yes, Jukes, and Earls, and diamonds, and pearls, O, there's one I know, bedad would show And I'd like to hear the pipers blow, THE BATTLE OF LIMERICK Y E Genii of the nation, Who look with veneration, And Ireland's desolation onsaysingly deplore; Ye sons of General Jackson, Who thrample on the Saxon, Attend to the thransaction upon Shannon shore. When William, Duke of Schumbug, A tyrant and a humbug, With cannon and with thunder on our city bore, Insthructed his battalions To rispict the galliant Irish upon Shannon shore. Since that capitulation, No city in this nation. So grand a reputation could boast before, As Limerick prodigious, That stands with quays and bridges, And the ships up to the windies of the Shannon shore. A chief of ancient line, 'Tis William Smith O'Brine Reprisints this darling Limerick, this ten years or more: O the Saxons can't endure To see him on the flure, And thrimble at the Cicero from Shannon shore! |