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But if they come to Irelaud our jolly

sons to mar, I'll drive them to the devil in my Irish

jaunting car.

FAREWELL TO KATHLEEN.

SLEEP on, my beloved one,

My Kathleen sleep on,
And dream of the bright days

And hopes that are gone,
Until in thy slumber

Thou still seems’t to hear, The words which a loved one

Once breathed in thine ear, Farewell, farewell my Kathleen dear, Farewell, farewell my Kathleen dear.

May that dream of enchantment

Be oft in my sleep,
When high lash the billows,

When loud roars the deep ;
Where my bark bears me swiftly

Far, far from my home, May the bliss of that moment

To soothe thee oft come! Farewell, farewell I my Kathleen dear, Farewell, farewell I my Kathleen dear.

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BARNEY O'HEA.

Or, Now Let Me Alone. “Now let me alone, though I know you

won't I know you won't I know you won'tNow let me alone, though I know you

won't.

Impudent Barney O'Hea.
It makes me outrageous when you're so

contagious-
You'd better look out for the stout

Corney Creagh!
For he is the boy that believes I'm his

joy-
So you'd better behave yourself, Bar.

ney O'Hea,
Impudent Barney, none of your blar-

ney,
Impudent Barney O'Hea.

“I hope you are not going to Brandon

fair,
To Brandon fair, to Brandon fair ;
For sure I'm not wanting to meet you

there,
Impudent Barney O'Hea,

For Corney's at Cork, and my brother's

at work, And my mother sits spinning at home

all the day, So no one will be there, of me to take

care, And I hope you won't follow me, Barney

O'Hea,”
Impudent Barney O'Hea.

When I got to the fair, sure the first I

meet there, The first I met there, the first I met

there, When I got to the fair, the first I met

there,

Was impudent Barney O'Hea. He bothered and teased me, thougb

somehow he pleased me, Till at last-oh! the saints-what

will poor Corney say ? But I think the boy's honest, so on Sun

day I've promised,
For better or worse to take Barney

O’Hea.
Impndent Barney, 80 sweet was his

blarney,
Impudent Barney O'Hea.

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THE GREEN LINNET.

CURIOSITY bore a young native of Erin,

To view the gay banks of the Rhine,
When an empress he saw, and the robe

she was wearing
All over with diamonds did shine ;
A goddess in splendor was vever yet seen,
To equal

fair one so mild and serene, In soft murmur she says,

My sweet lins net so green, Are you gone—will I never see you

more?

The cold, lofty Alps, you freely went

over, Which nature had placed in your way, That Marengo, Saloney, around you did

hover, And Paris did rejoice the next day. It grieves me the hardships you did un

dergo, Over mountains you traveled all cov

ered with snow, The balance of power your courage laid

low, Are you gone—will I never see you

more?

The crowned heads of Europe when you

were in splendor, Fain would they have you submit, But the goddess of Freedom soon bid

them surrender,
And lowered the standard to your

wit

t; Old Frederick's colors in France you

did bring, Yet his offspring found shelter under

your wiug, That yearin Virginia you sweetly did sing, Are you gone-will I never see you

more?

That numbers of men are eager to slay you,

Their malice you viewed with a smile, Their gold through all Europe they sowed

to betray you, And they joined the Mamelukes on

the Nile. Like ravens for blood their vile passions

did burn, The orphans they slew, and caused the

widows to mourn, They say my linnet's gone and ne'er will

return, Is he gone-will I never see him

more?

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