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KITTY TYRELL.
The breeze of tho night fans the dark mountain's breast,
And the light bounding deer have all sunk to their rest;
The big sullen waves lash the loch's rocky shore,
And the lone drowsy fisherman nods o'er his oar;
Tho' pathless the moor, and tho' starless the skies,
The star of my heart is my Kitty's bright eyes;
And joyful I hie over glen, brako, and fell,
In secret to meet my sweet Kitty Tyrell.
And the light bounding deer have all sunk to their rest;
The big sullen waves lash the loch's rocky shore,
And the lone drowsy fisherman nods o'er his oar;
Tho' pathless the moor, and tho' starless the skies,
The star of my heart is my Kitty's bright eyes;
And joyful I hie over glen, brako, and fell,
In secret to meet my sweet Kitty Tyrell.
Ah! long we have loved in her father's despite,
And oft we have met at the dead hour of night,
When hard-hearted Vigilance, sunk in repose,
Gave Love one sweet hour its fond tale to disclose.
These moments of transport, to me, oh! how dear!
And the fate that would part us, alas, how severe!
Altho' the rude storm rise with merciless swoll,
This night I shall meet my sweet Kitty Tyrell.
And oft we have met at the dead hour of night,
When hard-hearted Vigilance, sunk in repose,
Gave Love one sweet hour its fond tale to disclose.
These moments of transport, to me, oh! how dear!
And the fate that would part us, alas, how severe!
Altho' the rude storm rise with merciless swoll,
This night I shall meet my sweet Kitty Tyrell.
"Ah! turn, hapless youth, see the dark cloud of death,
Comes rolling in gloom o'er the wild haunted heath;
Deep groans the scathed oak on the glen's cliffy brow,
And the sound of the torrent seems heavy with woe."
Away, foolish seer, with thy fancies so wild,
Go tell thy weak dreams to some credulous child,
Love guides my light steps thro' the lone dreary dell,
And I fly to the arms of my sweet Kitty Tyrell.
Comes rolling in gloom o'er the wild haunted heath;
Deep groans the scathed oak on the glen's cliffy brow,
And the sound of the torrent seems heavy with woe."
Away, foolish seer, with thy fancies so wild,
Go tell thy weak dreams to some credulous child,
Love guides my light steps thro' the lone dreary dell,
And I fly to the arms of my sweet Kitty Tyrell.
MINE AIN DEAR SOMEBODY.
When gloaming treads the heels of day,
And birds sit couring on the spray,
Alang the flowery hedge I stray
To meet mine ain dear somebody.
And birds sit couring on the spray,
Alang the flowery hedge I stray
To meet mine ain dear somebody.
