TO LADIES' EYES. AIR-" Fague a Ballagh," I. To Ladies' eyes a round, boy, Yon airy bow'rs, yon airy bow'rs, 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! II. Some looks there are, so holy, They seem but giv'n, they seem but giv As splendid beacons, solely, To light to heav'n, to light to heav'n. While some-oh ne'er believe themWith tempting ray, with tempting ray, Would lead us (God forgive them!) The other way, the other way. But fill the cup, &c. III. In some, as in a mirror, Love seems portrayed, Love seems por trayed, 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! FORGET NOT THE FIELD. AIR" The Lamentation of Aughrim." I. ORGET not the field where they perished, gone-and the bright hope we cherished Gone with them, and quench'd in the grave! II. Oh! could we from death but recover III. Could the chain for an instant be riven, IV. But 'tis past-and, though blazon'd in story Accurst is the march of that glory V. Far dearer the grove or the prison, Illum'd by one patriot name, Than the trophies of all who have risen On Liberty's ruins to fame! OH FOR THE SWORDS OF FORMER TIME. AIR-Name unknown. I. OH for the swords of former time! The best honours worn by man him. Oh for the swords of former time, &c. II. Oh for the Kings who flourished then! The throne was but the centre Oh for the Kings who flourished then, &c. |