The Harp of Erin Containing the Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Dermody. In Two Volumes |
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RECANTATORY POSTSCRIPT.
Be it known to all men, as I stumbled
Towards Hughye's cot, and fell, and fumbled,
Something I heard that strangely grumbled:
Amaz'd I canter;
Lest by the Fays I should be home led
Or Ariel's chanter.
Towards Hughye's cot, and fell, and fumbled,
Something I heard that strangely grumbled:
Amaz'd I canter;
Lest by the Fays I should be home led
Or Ariel's chanter.
However, I took heart o' grace,
And ken'd a noise i' that same place,
At which I blest myself with face
As pale as stone:
For I could swear, in any case,
'Twas Davie's drone.
And ken'd a noise i' that same place,
At which I blest myself with face
As pale as stone:
For I could swear, in any case,
'Twas Davie's drone.
So in I went, pry'd all about;
The people wonder'd at the rout:
At last, with one outrageous shout,
Unkennel'd Davie;
So stunn'd, that scarce one word came out,
To say, ‘God save ye.’
The people wonder'd at the rout:
At last, with one outrageous shout,
Unkennel'd Davie;
So stunn'd, that scarce one word came out,
To say, ‘God save ye.’
Like that madcap in Hamlet's play,
We star'd,—and star'd our fears away;
And then sat down, full spruce and gay,
As sound as cherry:
And Davie's here this very day,
Alive and merry.
We star'd,—and star'd our fears away;
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As sound as cherry:
And Davie's here this very day,
Alive and merry.
Though all the town, in well-feign'd sorrow,
Swore Death had pink'd his body thorough,
And laid him flatter than the furrow,
There's no believing:
In come, and you shall see to-morrow
Poor Davie living.
Swore Death had pink'd his body thorough,
And laid him flatter than the furrow,
There's no believing:
In come, and you shall see to-morrow
Poor Davie living.
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