Of buried hopes, remember'd well, Of ardour quench'd, and honour faded? What muse shall mourn the breathless brave, In sweetest dirge at Memory's shrine? What harp shall sigh o'er Freedom's grave? Oh Erin! Thine! BALLADS, SONGS, ETC. BLACK AND BLUE EYES. I. THE brilliant black eye May in triumph let fly All its darts without caring who feels 'em ; But the soft eye of blue, Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleased when it heals 'em. The soft eye of blue, Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleased when it heals 'em, dear Fanny! II. The black eye may say, "Come and worship my ray, By adoring, perhaps you may move me!" But the blue eye, half hid, Says, from under its lid, love me!" "I love, and I'm yours if you Dear Fanny! dear Fanny! The blue eye, half hid, Says, from under its lid, "I love, and am yours if you love me!" dear Fanny! III. Then tell me, oh! why, In that lovely eye, Not a charm of its tint I discover; Or why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said "No" to a lover? Dear Fanny! dear Fanny! Oh! why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said "No" to a lover, dear Fanny? |