The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1877-03-10
SELECTED POETRY.
Illarncy.

A lakeside dwclicr, yonng ana iaif'
'rhe dearest little maid in Kerry,
viii hlIe. rray ewes and blue.black hair
And lips as rcd as any cherry.
No shoe nor stocking to her name
Which was but simple Kitty Bray
And vet lord from England came
fmploring her To be his lady
She had another worshppcr--
The beldest boy about hlliafhc!'
With only love 10 offer her.
A little cabin, and-the blarncy
She favored him with many Il glance,
Until the lord came on the taps;
she smiled on him at wake and dance,
And Paddy rs king was happy.
The lord was Just triie clunl-
The moral OF an English lover!
But sure. IL he'd be deaf and dumb,
His iingling gold could talk one over
ain silk and satin you shall dress,
And will give you Jewels said he
"To twino In every glossy tress,, -.
Sweet Kate, il You will be my lady
Och, but them words were eloquent!
Poor Kitty was no more than human,
And very fond of ornament,
Like every reasonable woman. ~
"'Tfs thrue, Pat coorts me best, but still
Thought She" though with the talk ne
ready,
Aryah, let folks say what they will,
It's mighty fine to DC my lady"
And SO she wouldn't look at Pat.
In vain he watched for her and sought her,
Until one evening, when he sat
Just finging pebbles in the water
His downcast face and heavy sigh
Might have moved even stones to pity:
And ale passed, gaily tripping by.
Hrs worse than stony.hcartcd Kitty.
She tried to pass, I inean-as cool
As any cucmber or melon;
But though in love, Pat was no fool,
He sprang to meet his truant Helen
She wouldn't take his outstrctchcd hand;
AN is it you, Miss Kitty Brady"
says he, "tha"s got so still an grand ?
Good. to yc thin, my lady!
"But Kate, agra, now stop an spake,
II but to tell me what's come DER YOU
Or is it that your eyes arc wake,
An you can't see me here before you;
Och, sure, alanna, you've no call
To murder people for your pleasure,
An | can't live at all, at all
Without your party self, my thrcasurc.
That Englshcr has wealth galore
A rnt-rOll longer than my arm;
Why should he stale from me, ashore,
That's niver done him any harm;
Just give me something he's not got,
An that's your on thruc heart my honey.
Sure, then | wouldn't change my lot
With him for all his dirty money"
And what Is little Kate to do?
She laughs, and frowns, and sobs and bushes
Och. Pat, give 1t up to you,
You'd charm bird from of the bushes
Well, Just TO save your life, machrec,
An not because | care about you,
III think II over $50 said She
But could live an thrive without you"
And now TO tell the lord Of IT,
No wonder IL he's rather crusty,
But little Kate has Irish wit
That's never suffered to grow rusty;
Sure If your Honor refuse,
It's well for you--och, bothcraton--
When it's yourself can pick an choose
From all the grandeur of the nation.
An would look n holy show,
Drcet in the beautilulcst bonnet,
Even Il all the flowers that grow,
An feathers too, was stuck upon 1t.
An In u sthreclin' satin gown,
I'd still be 0n'y Kitty Brady
Sure thin, If I'd the Queens goold crown,
'Twouldu't make me rd1l LADY,
~ first his lordship felt the cross,
Beng unaccustOmcd to rejection
But thinking, It's the girls own loss"
Found comfort in that wise reflection.
And ere he leh our island green,
He saw wedding at Killarney,
An' drank, in genuine pOthccn,
Success forever TO the barney.