Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle ::

Come all you true right-hearted boys,
Throughout the Irish nation,
And join wid me, while I howl out,
A bitter lamentation.
For now I mane for to complain,
Of fate so hard and cruel,
How she has trick'd, and cuff'd, and kick'd
The darlint, Dan My-jewel.
Och smilaloo, habubaboo!
Bad luck and bodderation!
Poor Dan's cut up, beyond all hope,
And knock'd to ruination.

Och, Dan he was the darlint boy,
That rightly done the jab, surs,
For wid his big shillela, why,
He kept in awe the mob, surs.
He was the chap upheld the Church,
By houlding liberals down, surs,
Till Napier and Dan Paddy-row, (Pedro)
Attack'd and crack'd his crown, surs.
Och smilaloo, hububaboo!
Bad luck and bodderation!
They've druve him from his rightfu' home,
Midst wreck and devastation.

Bormount! the devil bore him through,
His late purtended friend, surs,
And hundreds more, vile spalpeens, too,
Have left him in the end, surs.
Have left him in his greatest need,
Och, how monstracious cruel,
To trate a dacent fellow so—
The pious Dan My-jewel.
Och smilaloo, hububaboo!
Bad luck and bodderation;
The precious boy, I fear, will die,
Through want or—strangulation.

A pert young minx now fills his place,
Bad further to her cause, surs,
That she should ever dare to rule,
By equitable laws, surs;

That she should raise the people up,
Whom Dan kept well inunder,—
The thought is like to burst my heart,
Blue blazes, turf, and tunder!
Och smilaloo, hububaboo!
Bad luck and bodderation;
Our cause is o'er, to rise no more,
Our state is desperation.

University of Virginia Library

ANOTHER OF THE SAME,

AS HOWLED BY THE MARQUIS OF LONG-THONG-DERRY, OVER HIS ILLEGANT ADORABLE DAN MY-JEWEL, (DON MIGUEL.)