"The sun was rising in the yeast, But not a sign of either chap "Yet, in the region where they fit, One pint of buttons, two big knives, Some whiskers, and four eyes!" Robert Henry Newell. THE DONNYBROOK JIG OH! 'twas Dermot O'Nolan M'Figg, He wint to the fair, and kicked up a dust there, Oh! my blessing to Dermot M'Figg. Whin he came to the midst of the fair, He was all in a paugh for fresh air, For the fair very soon, was as full-as the moon, Such mobs upon mobs as were there, oh rare! So more luck to sweet Donnybrook Fair. But Dermot, his mind on love bent, In search of his sweetheart he went, Peep'd in here and there, as he walked through the fair, And took a small drop in each tent-as he went, Oh! on whisky and love he was bent. And who should he spy in a jig, With a meal-man so tall and so big, But his own darling Kate, so gay and so nate? Faith! her partner he hit him a dig-the pig, He beat the meal out of his wig. The piper, to keep him in tune, Until an arch wag cut a hole in the bag, The Donnybrook Jig And at once put an end to the tune-too soon- The meal-man he looked very shy, While a great big tear stood in his eye, He cried, "Lord, how I'm kilt, all alone for that jilt; "Oh!" says Dermot, and he in the dance, Whilst a step to'ards his foe did advance, "By the Father of Men, say but that word again, And I'll soon knock you back in a trance-to your dance, For with me you'd have but small chance." "But," says Kitty, the darlint, says she, "If you'll only just listen to me, It's myself that will show that he can't be your foe, Though he fought for his cousin-that's me," says she, "For sure Billy's related to me. "For my own cousin-jarmin, Anne Wild, Stood for Biddy Mulroony's first child; And Biddy's step-son, sure he married Bess Dunn, Who was gossip to Jenny, as mild a child As ever at mother's breast smiled. "And may be you don't know Jane Brown, Who served goat's-whey in Dundrum's sweet town? 701 'Twas her uncle's half-brother, who married my mother, And bought me this new yellow gown, to go down When the marriage was held in Milltown." By the powers, then," says Dermot, "'tis plain, My best friend I have kilt, though no blood is spilt, Viscount Dillon. UNFORTUNATE MISS BAILEY A CAPTAIN bold from Halifax who dwelt in country quarters, Betrayed a maid who hanged herself one morning in her Garters. His wicked conscience smited him, he lost his Stomach daily, And took to drinking Ratafia while thinking of Miss Bailey. One night betimes he went to bed, for he had caught a Fever; Says he, "I am a handsome man, but I'm a gay Deceiver." His candle just at twelve o'clock began to burn quite palely, A Ghost stepped up to his bedside and said "Behold Miss Bailey!" 66 Avaunt, Miss Bailey!" then he cries, "your Face looks white and mealy." "Dear Captain Smith," the ghost replied, "you've used me ungenteelly; The Crowner's 'Quest goes hard with me because I've acted frailly, And Parson Biggs won't bury me though I am dead Miss Bailey." "Dear Corpse!" said he, " since you and I accounts must once for all close, There really is a one pound note in my regimental Smallclothes; I'll bribe the sexton for your grave." The ghost then vanished gaily Crying "Bless you, Wicked Captain Smith, Remember poor Miss Bailey." Unknown. The Laird o' Cockpen 703 THE LAIRD O' COCKPEN The last two stanzas were added by Miss Ferrier. THE Laird o' Cockpen, he's proud and he's great; Doun by the dyke-side a lady did dwell, His wig was well-pouther'd, as guid as when new, He took the grey mare, and rade cannilie- Mistress Jean she was makin' the elder-flower wine; And when she cam' ben, he boued fu' low; Dumfounder'd he was, but nae sigh did he gi'e; And aften he thought, as he gaed through the glen, And now that the Laird his exit had made, Mistress Jean she reflected on what she had said; "Oh! for ane I'll get better, it's waur I'll get tenI was daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen." Neist time that the Laird and the Lady were seen, They were gaun arm and arm to the kirk on the green; Now she sits in the ha' like a weel-tappit hen, But as yet there's nae chickens appeared at Cockpen. Lady Nairne. A WEDDING I TELL thee, Dick, where I have been; Such sights again can not be found At Charing Cross, hard by the way And there did I see coming down Amongst the rest one pest'lent fine Our landlord looks like nothing to him; At Course-a-park, without all doubt, |