The Shamrock or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte] |
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In ANSWER to the FOREGOING.
Whereas—about the Hour of Three,
This Afternoon, was brought to me
A Proclamation, setting forth,
That a small Bauble, little worth,
A Heart, I think, was stolen, or stray'd,
Lost, or some other how mislaid;
With some Insinuation, too,
That me the Thief some People knew:
This Afternoon, was brought to me
A Proclamation, setting forth,
That a small Bauble, little worth,
A Heart, I think, was stolen, or stray'd,
Lost, or some other how mislaid;
With some Insinuation, too,
That me the Thief some People knew:
Now, by these Presents, I declare—
And, if it be requir'd, I'll swear—
That such a Heart I never stole,
As is described in that Scroll;
Thousands I have in my Possession,
'Tis true; but few are of that Fashion,
Of which, in's Proclamation he
Declares the Heart he lost to be.
And, if it be requir'd, I'll swear—
That such a Heart I never stole,
As is described in that Scroll;
Thousands I have in my Possession,
'Tis true; but few are of that Fashion,
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Declares the Heart he lost to be.
Last Week, indeed, I can't tell how,
There follow'd me to Channel-Row
A Heart, I know not whence it came,
Nor will it tell its Owner's Name;
It is a rattling, foolish Thing,
Does Nothing else, but rhyme, and sing:
If 'tis for this the Hubbub's rais'd,
To give it up, I 'll be well pleas'd;
Nor shall I sorry be at parting
With such a Heart, while my Name's Martin.
There follow'd me to Channel-Row
A Heart, I know not whence it came,
Nor will it tell its Owner's Name;
It is a rattling, foolish Thing,
Does Nothing else, but rhyme, and sing:
If 'tis for this the Hubbub's rais'd,
To give it up, I 'll be well pleas'd;
Nor shall I sorry be at parting
With such a Heart, while my Name's Martin.
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