THE POOR IRISH BOY.
Dance, dance: see over head
How the clouds dance along, with their gauzy robes streaming!
Look below, see the legion of dancers that spread
In the corn-ears that shake, with their golden crowns gleaming!
How the clouds dance along, with their gauzy robes streaming!
Look below, see the legion of dancers that spread
In the corn-ears that shake, with their golden crowns gleaming!
Dance, dance the wisp-light will try
With its harlequin dancing to tempt the lost ranger;
The flame of the ingle-log dances on high,
To shed joy in the household, and beacon the stranger.
With its harlequin dancing to tempt the lost ranger;
The flame of the ingle-log dances on high,
To shed joy in the household, and beacon the stranger.
Dance, dance the savage is found
Dancing in fury, in triumph, and laughter;
The child, from the village-school trammels unbound,
Dances, as rarely he's seen to dance after.
Dancing in fury, in triumph, and laughter;
The child, from the village-school trammels unbound,
Dances, as rarely he's seen to dance after.
Dance, dance, as long as ye may:
Nature gets up a great "ballet" about us;
Her stage-room is vast, so come, trip it away;
For Life's Opera cannot be perfect without us.
Nature gets up a great "ballet" about us;
Her stage-room is vast, so come, trip it away;
For Life's Opera cannot be perfect without us.
THE POOR IRISH BOY.
Oh! I wish that the strange kith and kin of my father
Had never remember'd poor Norah at all;
They have left me a heap of bright gold, but I'd rather
Go back as I was to the clay, cottage wall.
Gay lovers in plenty come whining and wooing;
I'm follow'd as close as a deer by the hounds;
False-hearted fellows! I know what they're doing,
They're courting my pennies, now turn'd into pounds.
Had never remember'd poor Norah at all;
They have left me a heap of bright gold, but I'd rather
Go back as I was to the clay, cottage wall.
Gay lovers in plenty come whining and wooing;
I'm follow'd as close as a deer by the hounds;
False-hearted fellows! I know what they're doing,
They're courting my pennies, now turn'd into pounds.
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