lie handled, or followed the turf-cutthig trade? But sung day and n/ght to make his heart light, And swore for his Katty he'd die or he'd fzght; Thus did Patr/ck O'Lilt for M/ss Katty O'l?nm He sun/g out his love hi a sorrowful strain; His warbling she heard, but she ?aughed at' his pain; Which he could not bear from Miss Katty O'Rann
- Twas enough to have melted the heart of ?a
To have heard the poor lad sing, sigh, matter and moan; While she turned her nose, which stood always awry- And plump on another she cast her sheep's eye, Crying ' Pat you won't do for Miss Katty O'Ranm* As he found no impression he made on the maid, Faith, he shovelled himself out of life with his spade, Determined to perish for Katty O'Rann; For with spade, axe, and mallet, about his neck tied, He plunged in the L/ffey and there for her died! As he sunk from the shore, he 'cried, ' Eatty no more Shall you trouble my spirit, or make my bones sore; I?o bad luck to you beautiful Katty O'Ram? CUSHLAMACitEE. DZAa Er/n! how.?eetly thy green bosom An emerald set in the, ring of the sea; Each blade of thy n?eadows my faithful heart prizes, The queen of the west, the world's Cushlamacree. 'Thy gates open wide to the poor and the stranger; There smiles hospitality hearty and free; Thy friendship is seen in the moment of danger, And the wand'rer is welcom'd with Cushlamacree. .?l?y sons they are brave, but the battle once over, In brotherly i?eace with their foes they agree; And the roseate cheeks of thy daughters discover -. The soul-speal?ing blush, that says Cushlam&cre?
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