I'm rifled, quoth Nell, Of mantle and kercher, Come, harper, strike up; But, first, by your favour, Ah this hath some savour. O'Rourk's jolly boys Ne'er dreamt of the matter, They bounce from their nest, They rise ready drest, They dance in a round, Cutting capers and ramping; Did not burst with their stamping. The floor is all wet With leaps and with jumps, While the water and sweat Splish-splash in their pumps. Bless you late and early, Laughlin O'Enagin! † By my hand, you dance rarely, *A covering of linen worn on the heads of the women. F. The name of an Irish man. F. § The name of an Irish woman. An Irish oath. F. F. Bring straw for our bed, Shake it down to the feet, Then over us spread The winnowing sheet. To show I don't flinch, Of your sneezing, a Yean. In the midst of their beer! They rise from their feast, The length of their skeans. ↑ What stabs and what cuts, What clattering of sticks; Well harden'd in flame, You churl, I'll maintain The castle of Slane, The earl of Kildare, And Moynalta his brother, I was nurst by their mother.* Ask that of old madam : She'll tell you who's who, She knows it is true. Come down with that beam, A blow on the weam, Or a kick on the a-se. Are by Robert Ballentine lately brought over, With forty things more: now hear what the law says, Whoe'er will not wear them, is not the king's lover. * It is the custom in Ireland to call nurses, foster-mothers; their husbands, foster-fathers; and their children, foster-brothers or foster-sisters; and thus the poorest claim kindred to the richest. F. ተ Proposal for the universal use of Irish manufactures," for which Waters the printer was severely prosecuted. See Vol. VII. H. Though Though a printer and dean Our true Irish hearts from old England to wean We'll buy English silks, for our wives and our daughters, In spite of his deanship, and journeyman Waters. In England the dead in woollen are clad, The dean and his printer then let us cry fye on; To be cloth'd like a carcase, would make a Teague mad, Since a living dog better is than a dead lion. At wearing of woollen, And all we poor shopkeepers must our horns pull in. Then we'll buy English silks, for our wives and our daughters, In spite of his deanship, and journeyman Waters. Whoever our trading with England would hinder, Our noble grand jury, When they saw the deans book, they were in a great fury: They would buy English silks, for their wives and their daughters, In spite of his deanship, and journeyman Waters. This wicked rogue Waters, who always is siuning, And before corum nobis so oft has been call'd, Henceforward shail print neither pamphlets nor linen, And if swearing can do't shall be swingingly maul'd: Q 3 And And as for the dean, You know whom I mean, If the printer will peach him, he'll scarce come off clean. Then we'll buy English silks, for our wives and our daughters, In spite of his deanship, and journeyman Waters. THE PROGRESS OF BEAUTY. 1720. WHEN first Diana leaves her bed, Sits on her cloudy wrinkled face: But by degrees, when mounted high, Down from her window in the sky, Her spots are gone, her visage clears. "Twixt earthly females, and the moon, All parallels exactly run: If Celia should appear too soon, To see her from her pillow rise, Crack'd lips, foul teeth, and gummy eyes, |