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All this and more the Spirit of Love
Can breathe o'er them, who feel his spells; That heaven, which forms his home, above, He can make, on earth, wherever he dwells,
As thou'lt own, if thou wilt be mine, love! TO LADIES' EYES.
AIR-Fague a Ballagh.
To Ladies' eyes a round, boy,
We can't refuse, we can't refuse, Though bright eyes so abound, boy,
'Tis hard to chuse, 'tis hard to chuse. For thick as stars that lighten
Yon airy bow'rs, yon airy bow'rs, The countless eyes that brighten
This earth of ours, this earth of ours, 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 givin, 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,
But fill the cup, &c.
In some, as in a mirror,
'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade. Himself has fix'd his dwelling
In eyes we know, in eyes we know,
Fill up, fill up, &c.
FORGET NOT THE FIELD.
Air-The Lamentation of Aughrim.
Forget not the field where they perish'd,
The truest, the last of the brave,
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 riven
Which tyranny flung round us then,