Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle Edited by Alexander Rodger |
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THE ADVENTURES OF BILL BLARNEY,
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 | Stray Leaves from the Portfolios of Alisander the Seer, Andrew Whaup, and Humphrey Henkeckle |  |
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THE ADVENTURES OF BILL BLARNEY,
THE FORTUNE-HUNTER.
Och, Bill was a broth of a boy,
And he wanted to make a big fortin;
Says he, ‘now, my luck I'll go try,
And be after some heiress a-courting.’
He heard that Miss Jane had the cash,
And off in prime style went to woo, sur,
Och, sowl, what a wonderful dash,
He cut wid his cane and surtout, sur.
And he wanted to make a big fortin;
Says he, ‘now, my luck I'll go try,
And be after some heiress a-courting.’
He heard that Miss Jane had the cash,
And off in prime style went to woo, sur,
Och, sowl, what a wonderful dash,
He cut wid his cane and surtout, sur.
He stapt—rung the bell—was let in,
And into the parlour was shown, sur,
Thinks Bill, ‘If Miss Jane I could win,
This house it would soon be my own, sur.’
About his great fortin and rank,
He towld hur a power of palavers,
He had thousands of cash in the Bank,
And a hundred-and-thurty fine waevers.
And into the parlour was shown, sur,
Thinks Bill, ‘If Miss Jane I could win,
This house it would soon be my own, sur.’
About his great fortin and rank,
He towld hur a power of palavers,
He had thousands of cash in the Bank,
And a hundred-and-thurty fine waevers.
Now says Bill, my swaet Jewel, d'ye see,
I'm com'd just to ax you in marriage;
And if your dear self will agree,
Why you soon will be druve in your carriage.
But och! how astounded look'd Bill,
The blood it run cowld in his bones, sur,
When she ax'd if he wanted a spell,
Wid his friends at the breaking of stones, sur.
I'm com'd just to ax you in marriage;
And if your dear self will agree,
Why you soon will be druve in your carriage.
But och! how astounded look'd Bill,
The blood it run cowld in his bones, sur,
When she ax'd if he wanted a spell,
Wid his friends at the breaking of stones, sur.
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Away flew the boy in a huff,
Wid a flourish and twirl of his cane, sur,
Lamenting the loss of the stuff,
Much more than the loss of Miss Jane, sur.
But soon he fell in wid another,
And soon, too, wid hur got acquainted;
For she, not so shy as the other,
Was everything, sure, that Bill wanted.
Wid a flourish and twirl of his cane, sur,
Lamenting the loss of the stuff,
Much more than the loss of Miss Jane, sur.
But soon he fell in wid another,
And soon, too, wid hur got acquainted;
For she, not so shy as the other,
Was everything, sure, that Bill wanted.
He gain'd her consent quite delighted,
The names were thrice call'd on the Sunday,
And friends and relations invited,
To see the knot tied upon Monday.
But och! from his summit of bliss,
Poor Bill got a tarrible fall, sur,
When he found her a Jantleman's Miss,
Wid never a fortin at all, sur.
The names were thrice call'd on the Sunday,
And friends and relations invited,
To see the knot tied upon Monday.
But och! from his summit of bliss,
Poor Bill got a tarrible fall, sur,
When he found her a Jantleman's Miss,
Wid never a fortin at all, sur.
Bill left her, and wid a deep sigh,
Declared that he fairly disclaim'd hur,
Then wid a swaet ‘bowl-waever’ boy,
To act as his valut-dee-chaembur;
He off to the courting again,
Rigg'd out as the spruce Money-facturer,
And the hart of an heiress did gain,
So swaetly on love did he lacture hur.
Declared that he fairly disclaim'd hur,
Then wid a swaet ‘bowl-waever’ boy,
To act as his valut-dee-chaembur;
He off to the courting again,
Rigg'd out as the spruce Money-facturer,
And the hart of an heiress did gain,
So swaetly on love did he lacture hur.
The night of the wedding came on,
In the Parson's the folks were assembled;
Bill whisper'd, ‘now boy, it's my own,’
The blushing bride timidly trembled.
The Priest had begun to pronounce
The rite that would make them each others,
When up flew the door wid a bounce,
And in rush'd, bad luck! the bride's brothers.
In the Parson's the folks were assembled;
Bill whisper'd, ‘now boy, it's my own,’
The blushing bride timidly trembled.
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The rite that would make them each others,
When up flew the door wid a bounce,
And in rush'd, bad luck! the bride's brothers.
Arrah, whack! how poor Bill stood aghast,
How quaer look'd his ‘valut bowl waever,’
When out pop'd the truth, sur, at last,
That Bill was an arrant deceiver.
The bride, then, did fervently pray
To be taken back by her brothers,
While Bill like a fool slunk away,
Disappointed and cow'd, to his mother's.
How quaer look'd his ‘valut bowl waever,’
When out pop'd the truth, sur, at last,
That Bill was an arrant deceiver.
The bride, then, did fervently pray
To be taken back by her brothers,
While Bill like a fool slunk away,
Disappointed and cow'd, to his mother's.
Now all you good people, come pray
That Bill may be cur'd of his foible,
Nor go about more to betray,
And get himself duped for his trouble.
And learn, ye young couples from hence,
To keep mind of this maxim when courting,
Sincerity, Love, and Good Sense,
Make still the most durable Fortin.
That Bill may be cur'd of his foible,
Nor go about more to betray,
And get himself duped for his trouble.
And learn, ye young couples from hence,
To keep mind of this maxim when courting,
Sincerity, Love, and Good Sense,
Make still the most durable Fortin.
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