English

Let abrds elate,
Of Sue and Kate

And Moggy take their fill O,
And pleas'd rehearse
In jingling verse
The lass of Richmond hill O:

A lass more bright
My am'rous flight,
Impell'd by love's fond workings,
Shall loudly sing,
Like any thing,
'Tis charming Peggy Perkins.

II.

Some men compare
The favourite fair
To every thing in nature;
Her eyes divine
Are suns that shine,
And so on with each feature.

Hark, hark that chime! The frosts are o'er!
With song the birds force on the spring:
Thus, Ireland, sang thy bards of yore:
O younger bards, 'tis time to sing!
Your country's smile, that with the past
Lay dead so long — that vanished smile.
Evoke it from the dark and cast
Its light around a tearful isle!

Like severed locks that keep their light
When all the stately frame is dust
A nation's songs preserve from blight
A nation's name, their sacred trust.
Temple and pyramid eterne

Trust not, sweet soule, those curled waues of gold,
With gentle tides which on your temples flow,
Nor temples spread with flackes of virgine snow,
Nor snow of cheekes with Tyrian graine enroll'd;
Trust not those shining lights which wrought my woe,
When first I did their burning rayes beholde,
Nor voyce, whose sounds more strange effects doe show
Than of the Thracian harper haue beene tolde.
Looke to this dying lillie, fading rose,
Darke hyacinthe, of late whose blushing beames
Made all the neighbouring herbes and grasse reioyce,

Buck and beau, and belle and beldam,
Seems to me we dance but seldom,
Fopling spruce, and damsel taper,
All convene, and have a caper.

Not a dance we've had this long time;
But you tell me 'tis a wrong time,
That 'twas never hotter known
Even in Africk's torrid zone.
Hot enough to melt the devil;
Sure 'tis foolish then to revel.

Truce with preaching; take on paper,
Names of those who grace our caper;
See what lasses we can pick up
For our famous village kick up;
Manage matters with formality,

IN THE ODDITIES .

Away and join the rendezvous,
Good fellowship reigns here,
Joys standard flying in your view,
To invite each volunteer.

Hark! pleasures drum
Cries come, come, come,
Obey the kind salute,
The echoing hall

IN THE BY-STANDER .

Here lies a philosopher, knowing and brave,
From whom Madam Nature ne'er hid the least wonder,
Who looking to heaven, tumbled into his grave,
And disdain'd that same earth where he rotting lies under.

Then is shee gone? O foole and coward I!
O good occasion lost, ne're to be found!
What fatall chaines haue my dull senses bound,
When best they may, that they not fortune trie?
Here is the flowrie bed where shee did lie,
With roses here shee stellified the ground,
Shee fix'd her eyes on this yet smyling pond,
Nor time, nor courteous place, seem'd ought denie.
Too long, too long, respect, I doe embrace
Your counsell, full of threats and sharpe disdaine;
Disdaine in her sweet heart can haue no place,

The hour has struck! at last in heaven
The golden shield an angel smites!
On Erin's altars thunder-riven
A happier destiny alights.
'Tis done that cannot be undone,
The lordlier ages have begun;
The flood that widens as it flows
Is loosed; fulfilled the triple woes!

Once more the Faith uplifts her forehead,
Star-circled, to the starry skies:
Fangless at last, a snake abhorred,
Beneath her foot oppression lies:
Above the waning moon of time
The apparition stands sublime,

IN THE ODDITIES .

Come painter, with thy happiest slight,
Portray me every grace
In that blest region of delight,
My charming Sylvia's face:

And hear me painter, to enhance
The value of thine art,
Steal from her eyes that very glance
That stole away my heart.

II.

Her forehead paint, in sway and rule,
Where sits, with pleasure grac'd,

They led him to the peopled wall.
“Thy sons,” they said, “are those within!
If at thy word their standards fall
Thy life and freedom thou shalt win!”

Then spake that warrior bishop old:
“Remove these chains that I may bear
My crozier staff and stole of gold:
My judgement then I will declare.”

They robed him in his robes of state:
They set the mitre on his head:
On tower and gate was silence great:
The hearts that loved him froze with dread.

He spake: “Right holy is your strife!