When shall the swan, her death note singing,
Sleep with wings in darkness furl'd?
When will heav'n it's sweet bells ringing
Call my spirit from this stormy world?
Sadly, oh Moyle! to thy winter-wave weeping,
Fate bids me languish long ages away:
Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping
Still doth the pure light its dawning delay.
When shall that day-star mildly springing,
Warm our isle with peace and love?
When will Heav'n, its sweet bell ringing,
Call my spirit to the fields above?
PADDY O'FLANAGAI?.
�Twos Paddy O'Flana?an sot out one momin?
From Dublin, sweet city, to London on foot,
In an old tatter'd jacket, all foppery scorning,
With a shoe on his le? apd his neck in a boot,
Muslin ?hack! in no time he walked over the .wat?,
He sung Teddy O'Ri?lly and Molly. Ashtom,
With ]?s philula hubbuheo hu?nana?n?,
Musha gn'a bothe?'?t?on and ?!liloo ]tn?.
A l?laco !m soon got when in f?mdon ?q'v?!, s?t;
T6 b?ash ai? a gemrtmn and wait on his e?at,
Whet? he noon learnt to knnw that jast f6ut b?nM
make fiv?,
And eould reft you a tale with his tonfire ?wn? his
throat.
Now one da.?, while Plit wlm his.
In his study, where letters. around him did lay,
When he begged hard f6t 6n? to his fflen(b t? bo sen?
As 'tWtvO?kl .' save him from writinf and be the best
m.y �With his philulu,
And Mort set his head on Enfland's famed dram,
Wlhile for joy of his safety while his 0tomaeh did tottar,
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