Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1877-01-26
Blarney.

A lakeside dweller, young aud :air,
The dearest little maid IN Kerry,
With blue-gray eyes and blue-blaek hair,
And lips as red as any cherry.
No shoe nor stocking TO her name.
Which was but simple Kitty Brady
And vet q lord from England came
Imploring her to be his LADY,.
She had another worshipper-
The boldest boy about Killarney,
With only love 10 offer her,
A little cabin, and-the barney.
She favored him with many glance
Until the lord came on the tsph
She smiled on him at wake anu uAnoe'
And Paddy as 4 king was naPpy.
The lord was Just trine glum-
m. moral oi au Enynsn lover
But sure, II he'd been deaf anc dumb.
His jinsling gold could talk one over.
s'In elk and satin you shall dress,
And will give you Jewels" said he,
'To twine in every glossy tres.,
Sweet Kate, If you Will be my lady
Och, but them words were eloquent
Poor Kitty was 90 more than human,
And very fond of ornament,
L ke every reasonable woman.
:" 'Tis thrue. Pat coorts me best, but Sill
Thought she-"though with the talk he's reauS
Arrah, let folks say wrst they will,
Its mighty fne to be lady"
And so sac uOukOn ! lOOk II Ehts
lnvsiu he watched Tor her and sought ner,
Until one evening, when he sat
In 1 tinying peboles in the water,
His dowucast lace and heavy sigh
Mi-ht have novel even stones to pity
And she passed. gay ly tripping by,
HIS worse than stony hearted nifty.
6he tried to pass, mean as-cool
as any cucumber or melon:
But though in love, Pat was no fool,
Ha 10 N m hrs nan Helon.
Shs ~Uuidn't take his odtstretched hand;
- An is II you, iss Kitty Brady"
Says he, " that's got SO stiff an grand
6Uod-morIow TO ye thin, my lady
- But K ate, agra now stop an spake,
Il but to tell me what's come yer you
Or Is it that your eyes are wake,
An yuu can't zee me here before you
Cch, sure, alann, you've no cal
10 murder people foryour pleasure.
an lcsu't live at all at all
Without yoar purity sell, my threasure.
That Englisher has wealth sglore-
A rint-roll longer than my arm:
mh, should he stale from me ssthore,
hats niver done him any harm
Just give NE something he's NOT got,
An that's your own thrue heart, my honey
Sure, thsn l wouldn't change my lot
With him for all his dirty money"
And what is little Kate to do,
She laughs aud frowns, and sobs and bushes
Ucn, Pat, give itup 70 you,
You'd cRarm q BIRD from CT the bushes
Well. jus. TO save } our lie. machree,
An not because 1 care aeoutyou,
rl thInK II ove,"-so said She
'' but could live an thrive without you {"
And now to tell the lord Of il,
No wonder il he's rather crusty,
But little Kate has Irish wit
That's never Iuflered to grow rusty
"sure if your Honor refuse,
It's well for you-och botheraHon-
Whin it's yourself can plek an oaoose
From all the grandeur Of The nation.
&" An would look holy show,
Drest in the beauti!uliest bonnet,
Even if all the flowers that grow,
An feathers too, was stuck upon 1t.
An il = sthreehn' satin gown,
I'd stlll be on'y Kitty brady
Sure thin, If I'd the Queen goold crown.
'rwouldnt make me q raa! LADY,"
At first his lordship felt the cross,
Beng unaccustomed to rejection,
But thinking. its the girls own loss :"
Found com Ort IN that wise reelection,
Aud ere he left our island green,
lie saw a wedding at Killarney,
sn' drank, in genuine potheen,
Success forever to the barney"
Janet Tuekty in Temple Bar.