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But fill the cup, where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!

Some looks there are, so holy,

They seem but giv’n, they seem but giv'n, As splendid beacons, solely,

To light to heav'n, to light to heav'n.
While some-oh! ne'er believe them-

With tempting ray, with tempting ray,
Would lead us (God forgive them!)
The other way, the other way.

But fill the cup, etc.

In some, as in a mirror,
Love seems pourtray'd, Love seems pour-

But shun the flattering error,

'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade. Himself has fix'd his dwelling ..

In eyes we know, in eyes we know, -
And lips--but this is telling,
So here they go! so here they go!

Fill up, fill up, etc.


Air-The Lamentation of Aughrim.

Forget not the field where they perish'a,

The truest, the last of the brave,
All gone—and the bright hope we cherish'd

Gone with them, and quench'd in their grave!

Oh! could we from death but recover

Those hearts, as they bounded before, In the face of high heav'n to fight over

That combat for Freedom once more;

Could the chain for an instant be riren

Which tyranny flung round us then,' Oh! 'tis not in man nor in heaven,

To let tyranny bind it again!

But 'tis past—and, though blazon'd in story

The name of our victor may be, Accurst is the march of that glory

Which treads o'er the hearts of the free.

Far dearer the grave or the prison ,

Illumed by one patriot naine,
Than the trophies of all, who have risen

On Liberty's ruins to fame!


Ain-Noch bonin shin doe.

They may ran at this life - from the hour I be

gan it, I've found it a life full of kindness and bliss ; And until they can shew me some happier planet, More social and bright, I'll content me with

this. As long as the world has such eloquent eyes,

As before me this moment enraptured I see, They may say what they will of their orbs in the : skies, But this earth is the planet for you, love, and


In Mercury's star where each minute can bring

them New sunshine and wit from the fountain ok


Though the nymphs may have livelier poets to sing

them, They've none, even there, more enamour'd

than I. And, as long as this harp can be waken'd to

love, And that eye its divine inspiration shall be, They may talk as they will of their Edens above,

But this earth is the planet for you, love, and me.

In that star of the west, by whose shadowy spleu

dour, At twilight so often, we've roam'd through the

dew, There are maidens, perhaps, who have bosoms

as tender, And look, in their twilights, 2 as lovely as you. But though they were even more bright than the

queen Of that isle they inhabit in heaven's blue sea, As I never these fair young celestials have seen, Why,--this earth is the planet for you, love, and


Tous les habitans de Mercure sont viss.

Pluralité des Mondes.' a La Terre pourra être pour Vénus l'étoile du berger et la mère des amours, comme Vénus l'est pour nous.


As for those chilly orbs on the verge of creation, Where sunshine and smiles must be equally

rare, Did they want a supply of cold hearts for that

station, . Heav'n knows, we have plenty on earth we

could spare. Oh think what a world we should have of it

here, If the haters of peace, of affection, and glee, Were to fly up to Saturn's comfortless sphere, And leave earth to such spirits as you, love,

and me.


AIR -Name unknown.

Oh, for the swords of former time!

Oh, for the men who bore them, When, arm’d for right, they stood sublime, ,

And tyrants crouch'd before them!
When pure yet, ere courts began

With honours to enslave him,
The best honours worn by man
Were those which Virtue gave him.

Oh, for the swords of former time ! etc.

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