THE BEST BOWER ANCHOR. I have oftentimes thought it a wondersome thing, And talk of the hardships that hurricanes bring, That they run as much danger or more; In what respect safer, than we are at sea, No, no, when death comes, we shall all hear him call; What then? the same providence watches for all. Mayn't a tile from a house, or a tumble down stairs, Or a fall from a horse, or a blow, Or a surfeit you know, take him back unawares, Mayn't fevers, and agues, and gout and these things Death will come, when he will come, what then? let him call, The same generous providence watches for all. We all, of grim death, shall some time make the port; He'll be sure to fetch up our lee way; And I ax, which is noblest, to die in one's bed, Only just do your duty, you'll find should desth call, The same merciful providence watches for all. MISTER O'LIFFERTY. As grey as a badger, as bald as a Turk, That's famed Carrickfergus, good luck to the In preaching he was sure of mighty great note, And thus stole the making my beautiful face. I remember the very first day I was born, And sure I'm a man of mighty bigh birth, That was neatly shaked up, and spread down on the floor; Thus popt into the world my sweet good-look ing mug. Then my mother, impatient to get me a name, Straight sent for the priest, and, faith, straight the priest came, With his bandy bent legs and his crooked hunchback! Said my mother, there's whiskey, sir, tako a amall sup; Cried the priest, faith I will, and he drank the quart up, With the whisky half-muzzed, and the smoke that he took, laking me in his arms, he took out his big book, And he christened me Murphy M'Clahan in a crack. Said the priest, Now the christening is done 'tis all o'er, Only just now I'll tack to't a pair of names more, Och!" cried nurse, "you're just like as to peas in a pod, Cried the priest, "faith, we are, only one thing is odd, That I squint at each ear, the boy squints at his nose. Now I've ended I'll tell how my squinting was stopp'd I was in a tub of fat buttermilk dropp'd, And sure that put my eyes to this straight forward looking! And the blood in my bones was turned with the fright, That my eyes gave a jump, and that jump set 'em right: And though now you may say I'm an odd sort of fish, Yet for love I'd have been a most elegant dish, If I had not been cursedly spoil'd in the cool ing. Sure I've taken a wife as a fixture, d'ye see, And no doubt on't at all a neat mixture 'twill Och of sweet boys and girls sure we'll ha 'em by dozens ! But a mighty odd notion's just took in my head, If I'd thought on it before, I don't think I'd hav wed, For our children, (though, faith, the relation ship's new, Yet as I am Gentile, and she is a Jew,) 'Stead of brothers and sisters, they'll only b cousins!!! ZENO, PLATO, ARISTOTLE. Zeno, Plato, Aristotle, All were lovers of the bottle; All require a cheerful glass, BLOOMING BACCHUS. Blooming Bacchus, ever young Sweet assuager of our care; Thou dost make the coward brave, Triumph o'er the god of day. ON, WHAT CAN MATCH THE PLEASURE. A daughter's feelings prove, Like moon's pale lustre waning, A father long deluded, Shall hold her doubly dear! Like the moon, &c. &c. JOY AND HEALTH TO EACH ODD FELLOW. On Olympus' high hill, where Jove sat at feast, Merry Momus was there, full of humour and fun! |