And who is the man, with his white locks flowing? A wand'ring Pilgrim, weak, I falter, To tell my beads at Agnes' altar. Chill falls the rain, night winds are blowing, II. Fair Lady! rest till morning blushes- Oh! stranger! when my beads I'm counting, OH! REMEMBER THE TIME. THE CASTILIAN MAID. I. OH! remember the time, in La Mancha's shades, When you call'd me the flower of Castilian maids, When I taught you to warble the gay seguadille, Oh! never, dear youth, let you roam where you will, II. They tell me, you lovers from Erin's green isle And that soon, in the light of some lovelier smile, But they know not how brave in the battle you are, For 'tis always the spirit most gallant in war R OH! SEE THOSE CHERRIES. I. OH! see those cherries-though once so glowing, Too soon they'll wither, too soon they'll fall. Once, caught by their blushes, the light bird flew round, Oft on their ruby lips leaving love's wound; But now he passes them, ah! too knowing To taste wither'd cherries, when fresh may be found. II. Old Time thus fleetly his course is running; If bards were not moral, how maids would go wrong! And thus thy beauties, now sunn'd and sunning, Would wither if left on the rose-tree too long. But, oh! delay not-we bards are too cunning OH! SOON RETURN! I. THE white sail caught the evening ray, Through many a clime our ship was driven, Now sunn'd by summer's zone : Yet still, where'er our course we lay, When evening bid the west wave burn, I thought I heard her faintly say, 66 "Oh! soon return!-Oh! soon return!" II. If ever yet my bosom found Its thoughts one moment turn'd from thee, 'Twas when the combat raged around, And brave men look'd to me. But though 'mid battles wild alarm Which made even danger dear. 1 OH! YES, SO WELL. 1. OH! yes, so well, so tenderly Were worthless without thee. Though, brimm'd with blisses, pure and rare, Without thy smile how joylessly Those worlds, for which the conqueror sighs, My only world's thy radiant eyes Oh! yes, so well, so tenderly OH! YES, WHEN THE BLOOM. T. OH! yes, when the bloom of Love's boyhood is o'er, He'll turn into friendship that feels no decay; And, though Time may take from him the wings he once wore, The charms that remain will be bright as before, And he'll lose but his young trick of flying away. II. Then let it console thee, if Love should not stay, ONE DEAR SMILE. I. COULDST thou look as dear as when Couldst thou make me feel again Oh how blissful life would be! II. Oh! there's nothing left us now, But to mourn the past; Love so warm, so wild, to last. POH, DERMOT! GO ALONG WITH YOUR GOSTER. I. Pон, Dermot! go along with your goster, You might as well pray at a jig, Or teach an old cow Pater Noster, Arrah, child! do you think I'm a blockhead, Poh, Dermot! etc. II. Any thing else I can do for you, Fear'd that you'd ever to hell come. I will turn a deaf ear, and not care for 't; But just tip you a hint to go barefoot. If you've the whiskey in play, To oblige you, I'll come take a smack of it; Stay with you all night and day, Ay, and twenty-four hours to the back of it. The beads are upon it completely; iv. If you're afear'd of a Banshee, Or Leprochauns are not so civil, dear, And lay them without any fear, gra; SEND the bowl round merrily, Laughing, singing, drinking; *Putting his hand on his paunch. |