While Peggy, peaceful goddess, Has darts in her right eye, That knock men down in the market town, For the doctor's art Cannot cure the heart That is hit from that low-backed car. Sweet Peggy round her car, sir, But the scores of hearts she slaughters Well worth the cage, I do engage, That Peggy is pickin', As she sits in the low-backed car. O I'd rather own that car, sir, Than a coach and four, and gold galore, For the lady would sit fornenst me On a cushion made with taste, To be married by Father Mahar. O my heart would beat high THE WAR-SHIP OF PEACE The Americans exhibited much sympathy towards Ireland when the famine raged there in 1847. A touching instance was then given how the better feelings of our nature may employ even the enginery of destruction to serve the cause of humanity: an American frigate (the Jamestown I believe) was dismantled of all her warlike appliances, and placed at the disposal of the charitable to carry provisions.-Author. S WEET Land of Song! thy harp doth hang Upon the willows now, While famine's blight and fever's pang Stamp misery on thy brow; Yet take thy harp, and raise thy voice, And let thy sinking heart rejoice Look out-look out-across the sea Her thunder sleeps-'tis Mercy's breath She goes not forth to deal out death, Thy wasted hand can scarcely strike THE WHISTLIN' THIEF WH HEN Pat came over the hill, (Pat whistles.) "Mary," the mother said, (Pat whistles" Garryowen.") "I've lived a long time, Mary, "But, mother, you know the fiddle "Mary, I hear the pig, Unaisy in his mind.' "But, mother, you know, they say The pigs can see the wind.' "That's true enough in the day, Can see anything in the dark." "The dog is barking now, The fiddle can't play the tune." "But, mother, the dogs will bark Whenever they see the moon.' "But how could he see the moon, When, you know, the dog is blind? Blind dogs won't bark at the moon, Nor fiddles be played by the wind. "I'm not such a fool as you think, "And you be off to your bed, Don't play upon me your jeers; 66 WHAT WILL YOU DO, LOVE? "W HAT will you do, love, when I am going, The seas beyond ? What will you do, love, when waves divide us, For being fond ?” "Though waves divide us, and friends be chiding, In faith abiding, I'll still be true! And I'll pray for thee on the stormy ocean, That's what I'll do!" "What would you do, love, if distant tidings Thy fond confidings Should undermine? And I, abiding 'neath sultry skies, Should think other eyes Were as bright as thine?" "Oh, name it not !-though guilt and shame Were on thy name, I'd still be true: But that heart of thine-should another share it I could not bear it! What would I do?" "What would you do, love, when home returning, With hopes high-burning, With wealth for you, If my bark, which bounded o'er foreign foam, Ah! what would you do?" |