Bonny Barbara Allan (4)/The Sprig of Shelela

THE SPRIG OF SHELELA.

⟨In Love⟩ is the soul of a dear Irishman,
He loves all that is Lovely,
He loves what he can,
With his Sprig of Shelela,
And Shamrock so Green.

His heart is right honest,
He is honest and sound,
No envy of malice is there to be found;
He courts, and he marries,
He drinks, and he fights,
He loves! ah he loves,
For in love he delights,
Witk his Sprig, &c.

Who's e'er had the luck
To see Danebrook fair,
And Irishman all in his glory is there,
With his Sprig, &c.

His cloaths speck and span me,
Without e'er a speck;
A nice Barcelona tied round his neat neck,
He goes into a tent,
And he spends half-a-crown,
Comes out, meets his friend,
And for love knocks him down!
With his Sprig, &c.

At night when returning,
As homeward he goes,
His heart soft with ⟨whisky⟩
, His head soft with blows
Of a Sprig, &c.

If he meet his Shelela,
Who frowning a smile,
Cries, Get you gone Pat,
Yet consents all the while;
To Church they soon go,
And nine months after that,
And nine months after that,
A young baby cries,
How do you ⟨do⟩ father Pat,
With your Sprig, &c.

Success to the land that gave Patrick his birth,
To the land of the oak,
And its neighbouring earth,
With a Sprig, &c.

May the sons of the Thames,
Tweed, and the Shannon,
Thresh the foes, that would plant
On our confines a ⟨cannon⟩;
⟨United⟩ and happy in Liberty's shrine,
May the ⟨Rose⟩ and the Thistle
Long ⟨flourish⟩ and twine,
While Pat holds his Shelela
And Shamrock so Green.

FINIS.