THE DEAR IRISH BOY.
My Connor his cheeks are as ruddy as morning,
The brightest of pearls but mimic his teeth, "While nature with ringlets his mild brow adorning, His hair Cupid's bowstrings, and roses his breath. CHORUS.-Smiling, beguiling, cheering, endearing,
Together oft over the mountain we've strayed, By each other delighted, and fondly united. I've listened all day to my dear Irish boy. No roebuck more swift can flee o'er the mountain,
No veterp ' bolder 'midst danger or scars; He's sighfl , he's lightly, he's as clear as the fountain, His eyes t,/inkle love, but he's gone to the wars.
Smiling, etc. The soft tun'ng lark Its notes change to mourning. The dull screaming owl doth invade my night sleep; ' While lonely I walk In the shades of the evening. If my Connor return not, I'll ne'er cease to weep.
Smiling, etc. The war is all over, and he is not returning;
I fear that some envious plot has been laid, Or some cruel goddess has him captivated. And left me to mourn, a dear Irish maid.
Smiling, etc.
My Connor his cheeks are as ruddy as morning,
The brightest of pearls but mimic his teeth, "While nature with ringlets his mild brow adorning, His hair Cupid's bowstrings, and roses his breath. CHORUS.-Smiling, beguiling, cheering, endearing,
Together oft over the mountain we've strayed, By each other delighted, and fondly united. I've listened all day to my dear Irish boy. No roebuck more swift can flee o'er the mountain,
No veterp ' bolder 'midst danger or scars; He's sighfl , he's lightly, he's as clear as the fountain, His eyes t,/inkle love, but he's gone to the wars.
Smiling, etc. The soft tun'ng lark Its notes change to mourning. The dull screaming owl doth invade my night sleep; ' While lonely I walk In the shades of the evening. If my Connor return not, I'll ne'er cease to weep.
Smiling, etc. The war is all over, and he is not returning;
I fear that some envious plot has been laid, Or some cruel goddess has him captivated. And left me to mourn, a dear Irish maid.
Smiling, etc.