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His revels to keep,
5 We sup and we dine On seven score sheep,
Fat bullocks and swine. Uiquebaugh to our fcast In pails was brought up,
IO An hundred at least, And a madder *
our cup. O there is the sport!
We rise with the light In disorderly fort,
15 From snoring all night. O how was I trick'd!.
My pipe it was broke,
20 I'm rifl'd, quoth Nell,
Of mantle and kerchert: Why then fare them well,
The de'il.take the searcher. Come, harper, strike up ;
25 But, firit, by your favour, Boy, give us a cup :
Ah! this has fome favour. © Rourk's jolly boys
Ne'er dream’d. of the matter,
And musical clatter,
No longer will tarry,
35 Without one Ave Mary. They dance in a round,
Cutting capers and ramping; A mercy the ground
Did not burst with their stamping. 40
* A wooden veffel.
The floor is all wet
With leaps and with jumps, While the water and sweat
Splish fplash in their pumps.
Laughlin O Enagin,
Margery Grinagin t.
Shake it down to the feet, Then over us fpread
The winnowing sheet : To thow I don't flinch,
Fill the bowl up again ; Then give us a pinch
Of your sneezing, a yean, Good Lord, what a fight,
After all their good cheer, For people to fight
In the midst of their beer! They rise from their feast,
And hot are their brains, A cubit at least
The length of their skeans. What ftabs and what cuts,
What clatt'ring of sticks ; What strokes on the guts,
What bastings and kicks! With cudgels of oak
Well harden'd in flame An hundred heads broke,
An hundred struck lame. You churl, I'll maintain
My father built Luik,
# An Irish cath.
Daggers, or Mort swords.
The castle of lain,
And Carrick Drumruik :
· And Moynalta, his brother,
great as they are,
I was nurs’d by their mother *.
She knows it is true.
If cudgels are scarce,
Or a kick on the afe
A French Gentleman dining with some com
pany on a fast day, called for some bacon and eggs. The rest were very angry, and reproved him for so hainous a fin: whereupon he wrote the following lines extempore, which are here tranílated.
Qu'n lardon le mit en colere,
C'est un secret pour lui-plaire ? En fa gloire envelope,
Songe t'il bien de nos roupé?
* It is the custom in Ireland, to call nurses filter mothers, their husband foster fathers, and their children foster brothers or fofterfifters; and thus the poorest claim kindred to the richest.
A bacon flice gives God offence,
An excellent new Song on a feditious
To the tune of Packington's Pond.
Written in the year 1720.
BRocades, and damafks, and tabbies, and gawses,
Are by Robert Ballentine lately brought over, With forty things more: now hear what the law
says, Whoe'er will not wear them, is not the King's
daughters, In spite of his Deanship and journeyman Waters.
* Dr. S xifr having wrote a treatise advising the people of Irelard to wear their own manufactures, a profecution was set on foot against Wateis the printer thereof; which was carried on with so inuchsioe lence, that the then 'Lord Chief Juřice, one Whitihed, thuht proper, in a manner the most axtraordinary, to kepthe grand juiy above twelve hours, and to send them eleven times cut of curig until hetad wcaricd them into a speci.. veruili,
The Dean and his printer then let us cry fie on; To be cloth'd like a carcase would make a Teague
Our wives they grow fullen
15 And all we poor shopkeepers must our horns pull
in, Then we'll buy English filks for our wives and
our daughters, In spite of his Deanship and journeyman Waters.
III. Whoe'er our trading with England would hinder,
To inflame both the nations do plainly conspire; Because Irish linen will soon turn to tinder; And wool it is greafy, and quickly takes fire.
Therefore I assure ye,
Our noble grand jury, When they saw the Dean's book, they were in a
25 They would buy English filks for their wives and
their daughters, In spite of his Deanship and journeyman Waters.
IV. This wicked rogue Waters, who always is finning,
And before Coram nobis fo oft hath been callid, Henceforward shall print neither pamphlets nor linen,
30 And, if firearing can do't, shall be swingingly
And as for the Dean,
You know whom I mean, If the printer will peach him, he'll scarce come
off clean, Then we'll buy English filks for our wives and our daughters,
35 In spite of his Deanship and journeyman Waters.