Soft April show'rs and bright May flow'rs

Will bring the summer back again,
But will they bring me back the hours
I spent with my brave Doinuall then?
'Tis but a chance, for he's gone to France
To wear the fleur de lis;

But I'll follow you, ma Doinnall dhu,
For still I'm true to you, machree.

THE BLARNEY.

O, WHEN a young bachelor wooes a young maid

Who's eager to go and yet willing to stay,

She sighs and she blushes, and looks half afraid,

Yet loses no word that her lover can

say,

What is it she hears but the blarney?

O, a perilous thing is this blarney!

To all that he tells her she gives no reply,

Or murmurs and whispers so gentle and low;

And though he has asked her, when nobody's by,

She dare not say "yes," and she cannot say "no."

She knows what she hears is the

blarney;

O, a perilous thing is the blarney!

But people get used to a perilous thing, And fancy the sweet words of lovers

are true;

So, let all their blarney be passed through a ring,

The charm will prevent all the ill it can do,

And maids have no fear of the blarney,

Nor the peril that lies in the blarney!

THE GENTLEMAN OF THE ARMY.

JACOB BEULER.

AIR-"Wha'll be king but Charlie."

I'm Paddywhack, of Ballyback,
Not long ago turn'd soldier ;
In grand attack, in storm or sack,
None will than I be bolder;
With spirits gay I march away,
I please each fair beholder

And now they sing, "He's quite the

thing,

Och! what a jovial soldier !"
In Londonderry or London merry,
Och! faith! ye girls, I charm ye;
And there ye come, at beat of drum,
To see me in the army.

Rub a dub dub, and pilli li loo,
Whack! fal de lal la, and trilli liloo,
I laugh and sing, God bless the King,
Since I've been in the army.

The lots of girls my train unfurls,
Would form a pleasant party;
There's Kitty Lynch, a tidy wench,
And Suke, and Peg M'Carthy;
Miss Judy Baggs, aud Sally Maggs,
And Martha Scraggs, all storm me,
And Molly Magee is after me,

Since I've been in the army!

The Sallys, and Pollys, the Kittys and Dollys,

In numbers would alarm ye;

E'en Mrs. White, who's lost her sight, Admires me in the army.

Rub a dub dub, &c.

The roaring boys, who made a noise,
And thwack'd me like the devil,

Are now become before me dumb,

Or else are very civil.

There's Murphy Roake, who often broke
My head, now daresn't harm me;
But bows and quakes, and off he sneaks,
Since I've been in the army.

And if one neglect to pay me respect,
Och another tips the blarney;
With "whisht! my friend, and don't
offend

A gentleman of the army."

Rub a dub dub, &c.

My arms are bright, my heart is light,
Good humor seems to warm me:
I've now become with ev'ry chum
A favorite in the army.

If I go on as I've begun,

My comrades all inform me,
They soon shall see that I will be
A general in the army.

Delightful notion, to get promotion,
Then, ladies, how I'll charm ye!
For 'tis my belief, Commader-in-chief
I shall be in the army.

Rub a dub dub, and pilli li loo,
Whack! fal de lalla, and trilli li loo;
I laugh and sing, God bless the King,
My country and the army!

THE COW THAT ATE THE PIPER.

IN the year '98, when our troubles were great,

And it was treason to be a Milesian, That black-whisker'd set we will never

forget,

Though history tells us they were
Hessian.

In this troublesome time, oh! 'twas a great crime,

And murder never was riper,

At the side of Glenshee, not an acre from me,

There lived one Denny Byrne, a piper. Neither wedding nor wake would be worth a shake,

Where Denny was not first invited, At squeezing the bags and emptying the kegs,

He astonished as well as delighted. In these times poor Denuy could not earn one penny,

Martial law had him stung like a viper; They kept him within till the bones and the skin

Were grinning thro' the rags of the piper.