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gather, then gather, Ye

see him a

O! ye wha've lang shed sorrow's tear,
Wi' hearts sae sair, wi' hearts sae sair;
O! ye wha mourn the brave an' dear,
Ye'll see nae mair, ye'll see nae mair!
Their trials an' struggles a' are past,-
So greet nae mair, so greet nae mair;
For heav'n has own'd our cause at last,
An' heard their pray'r, an' heard their pray'r.
O! ye to whom your country's dear,
Rejoice wi' me, rejoice wi' me;

Let the echoing hills repeat the strain,

He's comin' again, he's comin' again!'

To fight for truth wha ere did rue?

Tho' adverse a' tho' adverse a';

When fortune frown'd, and friends were few,
For him they fought, for him did fa'!

O lang we thought our sun was set,
But it's shinin' again, it's shinin' again!
Our eyes that lang were dim an' wet,
Are beamin' again, are beamin' again.
Then gather, then gather, ye lads of the heather
To see him again, to see him again;
Let hill an' vale repeat the strain,
'He's comin' again, he's comin' again !'

sup-per, good cheer, and a

Iwas a fine summer's morning-about twelve in the day,

All the birds fell to sing, all the asses to bray, When Patrick the bridegroom, and Oonagh the bride,

In their best bibs and tuckers, set off side by side:
O! the piper play'd first in the rear,
The maids blush'd, the bridesmen did swear,
O Lord, how the spalpeens did stare,
At this wedding of Ballyporeen!

They were soon tack'd together, and home did return,

To make merry the day at the sign of the Churn,
When they sat down together, a frolicsome troop,
O! the banks of old Shannon ne'er saw such a
group:
[lors,
There were turf-cutters, threshers, and tai-
With harpers, and pipers, and nailors,
And pedlers, and smugglers, and sailors,
Assembled at Ballyporeen.

There were Bryan Macdermot, and Shaughnessy's

brat,

With Terence, and Driscol, and platter-fac'd Pat;
There was Norah Macormick, and Bryan O'Lynn,
And the fat red-hair'd cook-maid who lives at the
inn;

There were Sheelah, and Larry the genius,
With Pat's uncle, old Darby Dennis,
Black Thady, and crooked Macgennis,

Assembled at Ballyporeen.

Now the bridegroom sat down to make an oration. And he charm'd all their souls with his kind botheration; [he curs'd,

'They were welcome,' he said, and he swore and They might eat till they swell'd, and might drink

till they burst:

The first christening I have, if I thrive, sirs.
Here again I hope you'll all drive, sirs,
You'll be welcome all, dead or alive, sirs,
To a christening at Ballyporeen.'

Then the bride she got up to make a low bow,
But she twitter'd and felt so-she could not tell
how-
[let fall

She blush'd and she stammer'd-the few words she She whisper'd so low, that she bother'd them all;

But her mother cried, 'What, are you dead,
child?

[child;
O for shame of you, hold up your head,
Though I'm sixty, I wish I was wed, child;
O! I'd rattle all Ballyporee?!'

Now they sat down to meat-Father Murphy said grace:

Smoking hot'were the dishes, and eager each face, The knives and forks rattled, spoons and platters did play,

And they elbow'd and jostled, and wallop'd away.
Rumps, chines, and fat sirloins, did groan, sirs,
Whole mountains of beef were cut down, sirs,
They demolish'd all to the bare bone, sirs
At this wedding of Ballyporeen.
There was bacon and greens, but the turkey was
spoil'd;

Potatoes dress'd both ways, both roasted and boil'd;
Hog's puddings, red herrings-the priest got the
snipe-
[tripe!

Calcannon pies, dumplings, cods, cow-heels, and
Then they ate till they could eat no more, sirs,
And the whiskey came pouring galore, sirs,
O how Terry Macmanus did roar, sirs!
O! he bother'd all Ballyporeen.

And each lad take his sweetheart their trotters to
Then the piper and couples advancing,
Pumps, brogues, and bare feet fell a prancing;
Such piping, such figuring, and dancing,
Was ne'er known in Ballyporeen.

Now to Patrick the bridegroom and Oonagh the bride,

Let the harp of old Ireland be sounded in pride, And to all the brave guests, young or old, gray or green,

Drunk or sober, that jigg'd it at Ballyporeen.
And when Cupid shall lend you his wherry
To trip o'er the conjugal ferry,

I wish you may be half as merry
As we were at Ballyporeen.

du - ti ful,

look-ing sweet, lov-ing neat, Arrah! when I grew up, I grew always in love-Variety's pleasing, and never ean cloy; So, true to ten thousand I'd constantly prove,

A sighing, dying, complying, pressing, caressing, distressing, adoring, imploring, encoring, die away, sigh away, looking sweet, loving neat,

O! boderation! a tight Irish boy.

At war, love, or drinking, myself am the lad, [stroy,
Who the wide world itself would go near to de-

O! bo- der - a-tion! A tight Irish boy.' For a cup of the creature soon makes my heart glad,Then I'm a laughing, quaffing, smoking, joking, swearing, tearing, rumical, comical, sightable, fightable, sing away, ding away, roll about, troll about, looking sweet, loving neat, die away, sigh away, dash away, thrash away, flash away, smash away,

O! boderation! a tight Irish boy.