The poetical works of Sir Alexander Boswell ... Now first collected and edited, with memoir, by Robert Howie Smith |
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SHELAH O'NEAL—SONG.
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SHELAH O'NEAL—SONG.
Oft I went to her,
To sigh and to woo her;
Of mighty fine things did I say a great deal;
Above all the rest,
What still pleased her the best,
Was, “Och! will you marry me, Shelah O'Neal?”
To sigh and to woo her;
Of mighty fine things did I say a great deal;
Above all the rest,
What still pleased her the best,
Was, “Och! will you marry me, Shelah O'Neal?”
My point I soon carried,
For fast we got married;
The weight o' my bargain I then 'gan to feel;
She scolded and sisted,
O! then I enlisted,
Left Ireland, and whisky, and Shelah O'Neal.
For fast we got married;
The weight o' my bargain I then 'gan to feel;
She scolded and sisted,
O! then I enlisted,
Left Ireland, and whisky, and Shelah O'Neal.
But tir'd and dull-hearted,
My corps I deserted,
And fled off to regions far distant from home,
To Frederick's army,
Where nought was to harm me,
Not the devil himself in the shape of a bomb.
My corps I deserted,
And fled off to regions far distant from home,
To Frederick's army,
Where nought was to harm me,
Not the devil himself in the shape of a bomb.
I fought every battle,
Where cannon did rattle,
Felt sharp shot, alas! and their sharp-pointed steel;
But in all the wars round,
Thank my stars I ne'er found
Ought so sharp as thy tongue, O! curs'd Shelah O'Neal.
Where cannon did rattle,
Felt sharp shot, alas! and their sharp-pointed steel;
But in all the wars round,
Thank my stars I ne'er found
Ought so sharp as thy tongue, O! curs'd Shelah O'Neal.
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