The Universal Songster Volume 1; Forming the Most Complete, Extensive, and Valuable Collection of Ancient and Modern Songs in the English Language, with a Copious and Classified Index (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1834 Excerpt: ...bit of oak, Sure all the lasses began, faith, to view me With love in their blinkers--their meaning I smoke; First, there was Miss Carney, I tipp'd her the blarney, And made her believe that I faithful would prove, Till Judy Mac Gowen My heart was o'erflowing, And melted my soul till I fell deep in love. SPOKEN. Och, what Irishman that ever sprang from the Three United Kingdoms could think of living without it; for all the world over it's meat, drink, washing, and lodging, and Botheroo, ditheroo, &c. But sweet Kate M'Kowling, one Patrick's morning' So botner'd my heart with the leer that she gave, I was stuck i' ti mud, with the shamrock adorning The bosom I long'd to be maki g my grave: Till Miss Hbgandogan, And Kitty O'Grogan, They both of them swore " that they'd have me or die," " " t ' ' till Polly, from Connaught, And Munster Miss Shonnaught, SteppM in, and to each gave a charming black eye. Spoken. Och, grief, what a beautiful bit of a row was kicked up in the caper of a minute V Poor Polly, she went down like a bag of sand, and Miss Shonnaught flew up like a load of straw, so she did; and then Paddy Mahony, who happened to be looking on, he comes and he gives Murphy; Kale, who was making up his ugly mouth into a. laugh, a precious crack on the scrape; then Looney M'Cormic, he starts out, and he follows it up with a plump over the mouth; and so, d'ye see, because I would not appear all alone by myself to be acting an idle part, I brandished my little bit of a sprig, and sent them all flying this way and t'other, with my Botheroo, ditheroo, &c. Well, still to a cinder my heart to be grinding, From Donnybrook came Mrs. Flartey, my dear; Till Shelah Mahoney one day I was finding, And softly I whisper'd love's tale in her ear;...