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A FAIR lady once, with her young lover walked,

Gillyflower, gentle rosemary;
Through a garden, and sweetly they laughed and they talked,

While the dews fell over the mulberry tree.

She gave him a rose--while he sighed for a kiss,

Gillyflower, gentle rosemary;
Quoth he, as he took it, “I kiss thee in this,”

While the dews fell over the mulberry tree.

I LEFT me old mother wid one little brother,
And came to this country when scarcely a

And though I am Irish, and lived on the

parish, I'm first-cousin-German to Patrick Molloy. I came in short breeches that often lacked

stitches, Had nails in my shoes fit for horses to

wear; Me mother'd not know me, but if you would

show me, I'd quick know me mother and Dublin of

yore; I'm Teddy M'Glynn, from the town of Dublin, And that's the name you will find on me


She gave him a lily less white than her breast,

Gillyflower, gentle rosemary;
Quoth he, “ 'Twill remind me of one I love best ;"

While the dews fell over the mulberry tree.

She gave him a two faces under a hood,

Gillyflower, gentle rosemary ;
“How blest you could make me," quoth he, “if you would,"

While the dews fell over the mulberry tree.
She saw a forget-me-not flower in the grass,
She saw a for-get-me-not flower in the grass,

Gillyflower, gentle rosemary;
Ah! why did the lady that little flower pass?

While the dews fell over the mulberry tree.

The young lover saw that she passed it, and sigh’d,

Gillyflower, gentle rosemary;
They say his heart broke, and he certainly died,

While the dews fell over the mulberry tree.

I've worked and I've waited, me brains I've

berated, I've been to the schools, and to Lannigan's

ball; Me father was uncle to Kathleen Mavourneen, So I'm proud of me kindred, me mother and

all, But now I'm a lawyer, and feel like a warrior,

I'll dance you the lancers or jig if you call; I've kept me shillelah, and own I'm most

crazy To see me ould mother and Dublin once

more; I'm Teddy M'Glynn, from the town of Dublin, And that is the name you will find on me


Now, all you fair ladies, take warning by this,

Gillyflower, gentle rosemary;
And never refuse your young lover a kiss,

While the dews fell over the mulberry tree.


And soon I'll be goin' the truth to be knowin Am I the slave they say, soggarth aroon?

And judge for meself of ould Ireland's woes; Since you did show the way, soggarth aroon,

If green I am wearing, the shamrock is sharTheir slave no more to be, while they would work with me ing Ould Ireland's slavery, soggarth aroon?

The love in me heart for me country's re

pose. Why not her poorest man, soggarth aroon,

For light is now dawning, and liberty's mornTry and do all he can, soggarth aroon;

ing Her commands to fulfil, of his own heart and will,

Will shed its warm ray on ould Ireland's Side by side with you still, soggarth aroon!


Then Katy I'll marry, and no longer tarry, Loyal and brave to you, soggarth aroon,

To see me ould mother and Dublin once Yet be not slave to you, soggarth aroon;

more; Nor, out of fear to you, stand up so near to you,

Then Mister M'Glynn, when at home in Och! out of fear to you! soggarth aroon.

Dublin, Who, in the winter's night, soggarth aroon,

Will welcome you all at his new cabin door. When the could blast did bite, sogagrth aroon, Came to my cabin door, and on my earthen flure,

I've found many cronies among the Maloneys, Knelt by me, sick and poor, soggarth aroon ?

And often drank whisky with Phelim

O'Toole; Who, on the marriage day, soggarth aroon,

O'Brien Made the poor cabing gay, soggarth aroon;

and McNeilly, and And did both laugh and sing, making our hearts to ring

O'Reilly, At the poor christening, soggarth aroon ?

Were all of us sprung when we waked Tim

McDoul. Who, as friends only met, soggarth aroon,

In the finest society, famed for sobriety, Never did flout me yet, sogagrth aroon?

I'm welcomed with pride at each Fenian And when my hearth was dim, gave, while his eyes did brim, ball, What I should give to him, soggarth aroon ?

I'll soon be an alderman like Jimmy Flanagan,

Who lives on Fifth Avenue, as good as them Och, you, and only you, soggarth aroon! And for this I was true to you, soggarth aroon;

I'm Teddy M'Glynn, from the town of Dublin, In love they'll never shake, when, for ould Ireland's sake, And that is the name you will find on me We a true part did take, soggarth aroon.


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Pay attention a while and I'll sing you a ditty You've heard of Julius Cæsar, and the great Napoleon, too,

And how the Cork militia beat the Turks at Waterloo;
About the grand wedding of Larry Magee,

But there's a page of glory that as yet remains uncut, Who dwelt in a fashionable part of the city,

And that's the martial story of the Slattery Mounted Fut. An illigant fine mansion in Avenue D,

This ant corps was organized Slattery's eldest son, And the great time we had at the wedding,

A noble-minded poacher with a double-breasted gun; Where whisky and fun tled around so free; And dancing and singing set the room ringing And many a head was broken, aye, and many an eye was shut,

When practicing maneuvers in the Slattery Mounted Fut. At the grand wedding of Larry Magee.

CHORUS. There was Con Donohoe with his old fiddle,

And down from the mountains came the squadrons and McGinnis, the fishman, and Jerry McShane;

platoons, O'Brien, O’Calligan and Timothy Widdle,

Four-and-twenty fighting men and a couple of stout gossoons; Who brought to the weddin' his bran new

And when we marched behind the drum to patriotic tunes, corjane,

We felt that fame would gild the name of Slattery's Light DraWith big Andy Fagan, the great whisky

goons. drinker, Barney Fitzgibbons and Dennis Farlee; Well, first we reconnoitered 'round of O'Sullivan's shebeenMcCluskey, the butcher, and old Doyle, the It used to be the “ Shop House,” but we called it “ The Cantinker,

teen;" Were all at the wedding of Larry Magee.

But there we saw a notice which the bravest heart unnerved

All liquor must be settled for before the drink is served.” The guests of both sexes all ate very hearty,

So on we marched, but soon again each warrior's heart grew pale, And crammed themselves up to the very For rising high in front of us we saw the county jail; windpipe;

And when the army faced about, 'twas just in time to find
When an accident happened to Molly MsCarty, A couple of policemen had surrounded us behind.
She half choked herself with a large piece of

Still down from the mountain

the squadrons and If you were to see Riley sail into the mutton,

platoons, While all of the ladies did titter with glee;

Four-and-twenty fighting-men and a couple of stout gossoons ; He fasted two days, the dirty old glutton,

Says Slattery: " We

circumvent these bludgeoning To make room for the supper of Larry

boot hoons, Magee.

Or else it sames they'll take the names of Slattery's Light

Dragoons.” When the supper was over, the curjane and fiddle

“ We'll cross the ditch," our leader cried, “and take the foe in Struck up the Grand Weddin' of Ballypo

flank;" reen;

But yells of consternation here arose from every rank, Then the bride made a call upon Timothy For posted high upon a tree we very plainly sawWiddle,

Trespassers prosecuted, in accordance with the law.” Who sang, the Night Larry was Stretched “We're foiled !” exclaimed bold Slattery, “ here ends our grand on the Green.

campaign, McGinnis, the fisherman, sang the Croppy Boy Tis merely throwing life away to face that mearin dhrain; gaily,

I'm not as bowld as lions, but I'm braver nor a hen;
And Tim Hooligan gave us the Boys of And he that fights and runs away will live to fight again.”

While Miss Kitty Baily sang the Sprig of

And back to the mountains went the squadrons and platoons,

Four-and-twenty fighting-men and a couple of stout gossoons; At the grand weddin' of Larry McGee.

The band was playing cautiously their patriotic tunes; We danced and sung for two hours and a

So sing the fame, if rather lame, of Slattery's Light Dragoons. quarter,

They reached the mountain safely, though all stiff and sore with And we drank whisky until we were sick ; cramp; When big Andy Fagan swore the whisky was Each took a wet of whisky nate to dissipate the damp; water,

And when they loaded all their pipes, bowld Slattery ups and And Flaherty leveled him out with a stick. said. The women they roared out blue murder and "* To-day's immortal fight will be remembered by the dead;" blazes!

“I never shall forget,” said he, “ while this brave heart shall Roach broke the old fiddle on the back of beat, Farlee;

The eager way ye followed when I headed the retreat; Doyle seized a dumplin' (God bless us and Ye preferred the soldier's maxim, when desisting from the strife: save us! )

• Best be a coward for five minutes, than a dead man all your Which he flung at the head of Larry Magee.


CHORUS. Larry saw that his friends were full of the And there in the mountains lay in squadrons and platoons, liquor,

Those four-and-twenty fighting-men and a couple of stout gosAnd knew very well to some harm 'twould soons;

They never more will march again to patriotic tunes, So, he told them 'twas twelve o'clock by the Tho' all the same they sing the fame of Slattery's Light Dra. ticker,




filled up,




THE GAEL AND THE GREEN. And to take a good bumper before starting home.

COME, fill every glass to o'erflowing with wine or potheen, if you

will, They filled up their g'asses to the toast of Pat Daily,

Or if anything these are too glowing let water replace them

but fill! Who hoped, before long, a young Larry to

Oh! trust me, 'tis churlish and silly to ask how the bumper's see; While the bride, neat and gaily, smiled so gentaly

If the tide in the heart be not chilly, what matters the tide in the And so ended the wedding of Larry McGee. сир ?

Oh! ne'er may that heart's tide ascending in shame on our forc

heads be seen, THE OLD PLAID SHAWL.

While it nobly can ebb in defending our own glorious color, the

OH! as I did ramble down by a bramble.

On a bright clear morn in the month of May.
Faith! I spied a damsel, both fair and hand- In vain did oppression endeavor to trample that Green under foot,

The fair stem was broken, but never could tyranny reach to its
And I stepped aside for to hear what she did

Then come, and around it let's rally, and guard it henceforward

like men; Faith! she wore no jewels, nor costly diamonds.

Oh! she'd no jewelry, she'd none at all; Oh! soon shall each mountain and valley grow bright with its
But she wore a chignon, and sang a sweet song, verdure again.
And to crown her beauty she wore an old Meanwhile, fill each glass to the brim, boys, with water, with
plaid shawl.

wine or potheen,

And on each let the honest wish swim, boys, long flourish the
Faith! we kept on walking, we kept on talking,

Gael and the Green!
And the divil a one of us knew when to stop;
When she says, Young man, what profession Here, under our host's gay dominion, while gathered this table
are you?”

Says I, “ My love, I'm a clerk in a 'pothe- What varying shades of opinion in one happy circle are found;
cary's shop.”

What opposite creeds come together! how mingle North, South, I wasn't minding, I wasn't thinking,

East and West!
Oh! I wasn't thinking a bit at all;

Yet who minds the difference a feather ? each strives to love Erin
When she landed me and knocked me kicking- the best.
May the divil shoot the damsel with the old Oh! soon through our beautiful island may union as blessed be
plaid shawl.

While floats o’er each valley and highland our own glorious color

--the Green.
Och! did ye ne'er hear of one Paddy Magee,

Whose mother was born at the town of Tralee:
Whose father the government sent off to sea, As I roved out one morning, being in the blooming spring,
For stealing the minister's whiskey ?

I heard a lovely maid complain, and grievously did sing-
At christening, wedding, wake or fair, Saying, Cruel was my parents, that did me so annoy,
Och! Paddy, the divil, was sure to be there, And would not let me marry my bonny laboring boy.
With his nate black eye and his impudent

Young Johnny was my true love's name, as you shall plainly see,
For he was the boy to be frisky.

My parents they employed him their laboring boy to be;

To harrow, reap, and sow the seed, and plow my father's land, See him dressed for the fair, Gramachree, 'twas But soon I fell in love with him, as you may understand.

a sight! First foot in the dance, first stick in the fight: My mother thought to have me wed unto some lord or peer, For a friend he would die, the wrong he'd make I being the only heiress for ten thousand pounds a year; right,

I placed my heart on one true love, and he was my only joy,
For he was the boy to be frisky.

This nation I will ramble with my bonny laboring boy.
He'd lead the girls out on the floor,
The divil such dancing was ne'er seen before; His cheeks are like the roses red, his eyes as black as sloes,
Till one and all would fall on the floor, He's mild in his behavior wherever that he goes;
While Paddy, the divil, was frisky.

He's manly, neat and handsome, his skin as white as snow,

And in spite of my parents' malice with my bonny laboring boy
As to the girls, och, murder alive!
Faith! they'd run after Paddy like bees in a

I courted him for twelve long months, but little did I know
For his soft blarney'd tongue he would them That my cruel parents would prove my overthrow:

They watched us close one evening whilst in a shady grove,
For he was the boy to be frisky.

Pledging our vows together in the constant bands of love.
So my blessing go wid you, Paddy Magee.
May ye's live to see Ireland great, glorious My father he stepped up to me and seized me by the hand,
and free,

And swore he'd send young Johnny unto some foreign land;
First flower of the earth, first gem of the sea, He locked me in my bedroom my comforts to annoy,
And then won't we tipple the whisky! And kept me there to weep and mourn for my laboring boy.

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My mother came next morning and to me did say:
Your father has intended to appoint your wedding day;

UNROLL Erin's flag! Ning its folds to the I nobly made answer, with him I'd ne er comply,

breeze, But single would I still remain for my bonny laboring boy.

Let it float o'er the land, let it flash o'er the


Lift it out of the dust-let it wave as of yore, Says the daughter to the mother, your plan is all in vain- When its chiefs with their clans stood around Lords, dukes and earls, their riches I disdain ;

it and swore I'd rather live an humble life, my time I would employ

That never-no-never! while God gave them Increasing nature's prospects with my bonny laboring boy.

life, And they had an arm and a sword for the

strife, Fill your glasses to the brim, let the toast go merrily round, That never--no-never! that banner should Here's health to every laboring boy that plows and works the

yield ground;

As long as the heart of a Celt was its shield; And when his work is over to his home he will go with joy~ While the hand of a Celt had a weapon to Happy is the girl that gets a bonny laboring boy.

wield, And his last drop of blood was unshed on the

field. ANDY M'ELROE.

My brother Andy said that for a soldier he would go;

Lift it up! wave it high!—'tis as bright as of So great excitement came upon the house of McElroe.

old! My father sold the bog-hole to equip him for the war,

Not a stain on its green, not a spot on its gold, My mother sold the cushions of her Sunday jauntin'-car;

Tho' the woes and the wrongs of three hunAnd when brave Andy reached the front 'twas furious work he

dred long years made;

Have drenched Erin's sunburst with blood and They appointed him a private in the Crocodile Brigade.

with tears! The sound of Andy's battle-cry struck terror through the foe; Though the clouds of oppression enshroud it His foot was on the desert and his name was McElroe!

in gloom, And 'round it the thunders of tyranny boom.

Look aloft-look aloft! lo! the clouds driftCHORUS.

ing by,

There's a gleam through the gloom, there's a At least that's what the letter said that came across the foam,

light in the sky. To Andy's anxious relatives, awaiting him at home.

'Tis the sunburst resplendent-far, flashing on The papers say he ran away whene'er he met the foe;

high! But that was quite unlike the style of Andy McElroe.

Erin's dark night is waning; her day dawn is

nigh. One morning brave Lord Wolsley for a battle felt inclined; But all could see the General had something on his mind;

Lift it up-lift it up! the old Banner of Sez he, “ My staff, 'twere dangerous to face yon deadly foe,

Green! Unless we're sure that quite prepared is Andy McElroe.”

The blood of its sons has but brightened its Then Andy cried, “ I'm here, my lord, and ready for the fray."

sheen; Then England, Ireland, Scotland, rolled together on the foe;

What!—though the tyrant has trampled it But far ahead of every one rushed Andy McElroe!


Are its folds not emblazoned with the deeds of CHORUS.


What!-though for ages it droops in the dust, At least that's what the letter said that came across the foam, Shall it droop thus forever?-no-no! God is To Andy's anxious relatives, awaiting him at home.

just! The Government despatches had another tale—but no!

Take it up-take it up, from the tyrant's foul We won't believe a word against brave Andy McElroe.

tread. Let him tear the Green Flag—we will snatch

its last shred. The Mahdi had gone up a tree, a spy-glass in his eye,

And beneath it we'll bleed as our forefathers To see his Paynim chivalry the ..orthern prowess try;

bled, But soon he saw a form of dread, and cried in tones of woe,

And we'll vow by the dust in the graves of our “ Be jabers, let me out o' this—there's Andy McElroe!"

Then down he hurried from his tree, and straight away he ran,
To keep appointments, as he said, in distant Kordefan;
And fled those Arab soldiery like sand siroccos blow,

And we swear by the blood which the Briton

has shedPursued (with much profanity) by Andy McElroe.

And we'll vow by the wrecks which through

Erin he spread-

And we'll swear by the thousands who, fam

ished, unfed, At least that's what he told us when returning o'er the foam, Died down in the ditches--wild howling for To greet his anxious relatives, awaiting him at home.

bread, So sing the song of triumph, and let all your bumpers flow, And we'll vow by our heroes, whose spirits In honor of our countryman, brave Andy McElroe.

have fled,


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ERIN'S FLAG.-Continued.

WILLY REILLY. And we'll swear by the bones in each coffinless

OH, rise up, Willy Reillly, and come along with me, bed, That we'll battle the Briton through danger To leave my father's dwelling-house, his houses and free land –

I mean for to go with you and leave this countrie, and dread; That we'll cling to the cause which we glory

And away goes Willy Reilly and his dear Colleen Bawn. to wed,

They go by hills and mountains, and by yon lonsome plain, Till the gleam of our steel and the shock of Through shady groves and valleys, all dangers to refrain; our lead

But her father followed after with a well armed band, Shall prove to our foe that we meant what we And taken was poor Reilly and his dear Colleen Bawn. said.

It's home then she was taken and in her closet bound, That we'll lift up the Green, and we'll tear Poor Reilly all in Sligo jail lay on the stony ground, down the Red.

Till at the bar of justice before the judge he'd stand, Lift up the Green Flag! oh! it wants to go For nothing but the stealing of his dear Colleen Bawn.

home; Full long has its lot been to wander and roam;

“Now in the cold, cold iron, my hands and feet are bound, It has followed the fate of its sons o'er the I'm handcuffed like a murderer, and tied unto the ground world,

But all the toil and slavery I'm willing for to stand, But its folds, like their hopes, are not faded Still hoping to be succored by my dear Colleen Bawn.” nor furled;

The jailer's son to Reilly goes, and thus to him did say: Like a weary-winged bird, to the east and the “ Oh, get up, Willy Reilly, you must appear this day, west,

For great Squire Foillard's anger you never can withstand, It has flitted and fled—but it never shall rest, I'm afear'd you'll suffer sorely for your dear Colleen Bawn.” Till pluming it pinions, it sweeps o'er the main,

Now Willy's dressed from top to toe all in a suit of green, And speeds to the shores of its old home again, His hair hangs o'er his shoulders most glorious to be seen; Where its fetterless folas, o'er each mountain He's tall and straight, and comely, as any could be found, and plain,

He's fit for Foillard's daughter was she the heiress to a crown. Shall wave with a glory that never shall wane.

“ This is the news, young Reilly, last night that I did hear, Take it up-take it up! bear it back from The lady's oath will hang you, or else will set you clear.” afar-

If that be so," says Reilly, “ her pleasure I will stand, That banner must blaze 'mid the lightnings Still hoping to be succored by my dear Colleen Bawn.” of war;

The judge he said: This lady being in her tender youth, Lay your hands on its folds, lift your gaze to If Reilly has deluded her she will declare the truth.” the sky

Then like a moving beauty bright before him she did standAnd swear that you'll bear it triumphant or

• You're welcome there, my heart's delight and dear Colleen die!

Bawn.” And shout to the clans scattered far o'er the earth,

“Oh, gentlemen," Squire Foillard said, “with pity look on me, To join in the march to the land of their birth; This villain came amongst us to disgrace our family; And wherever the exiles, 'neath Heaven's And by his base contrivances this villainy was planned, broad dome,

If I don't get satisfaction I'll quit this Irish land.” Have been fated to suffer, to sorrow and roam, The lady with a tear began, and thus replied she: They'll bound to the sea, and away o'er the

• The fault is none of Reilly's, the blame lies all on me, foam,

I forced him for to leave his place and come along with me, They'll sail to the music of “ Home, Sweet

I loved him out of measure, which wrought our destiny."
Home! "

Out spoke the noble Fox, at the table he stooi by,

** Oh, gentlemen, consider on this extremity; Though old Erin's oppressed, 'tis a beautiful To hang a man for love is a murder, you may see, place,

So spare the life of Reilly, let him leave this countrie.” 'Tis the pride of my heart and will be till I die;

Good, my lord, he stole from her her diamonds and her rings, It was there I last looked on your blushing God watch and silver buckles, and many precious thin«s. young face,

Which cost me in bright guineas more than fiva hundred poundsAnd got a sweet smile from your bonnie Tll have the life of Reilly should I lose ten thousand pounds."

"Good, my lord, I gave them him as tokens of true love, When you told me farewell,” how my bosom And when we are a-parting I will them all remove, did swell

If you have got them, Reilly, pray, send them home to me." With emotions of sorrow when crossing the

“I will, my loving lady, with many thanks to thee.” And I never could part with the love of the There is a ring among them I allow yourself to wear, heart

With thirty locket diamonds wel! set in silver fair, Which I brought over with me for Widow .Ind as a true-love token wear it on your right hand, McGee.

That you'll think on my poor brok: n heart when you're in a CHORUS.

foreign lard.” Arrah! Widow McGee, are you thinking Then out spoke noble Fox: “ You may let the prisoner go, of me?

[sea, The lady's oath has cleared him, as the jury all may know; If you are, write a letter from over the She has released her own true love, she has renewed his name, And tell me you'll marry me, Widow May her horor bright gain high estate, and her offspring rise to McGee.


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