THE OUL' BOG HOLE !! The pig is in the mire and the sow is in the grass, And a man without a woman is no better than an ass, My mother likes her ducks and the ducks likes the drakes, And sweet Judy Flannigan I'd die for your sake. My Judy she's as fair as the flower on the lea, She's neat and complete from the neck to the knee, We met t'other night our hearts to condole, And I sat Judy down by the Oul' Bog Hole.

Singing cushla mayourneen will you marry me, Arrah cushla mayourneen will you marry me, Arrah cushla mayourneen will you marry me, Would you fancy the bouncing young Barney Magee.

Then Judy she blushed and hung down her head, Saying, Barney you blackguard I'd like to get wed, But they say you're so rough and you're such a rake Don't believe it, says Barney, it's all a mistake ; To keep you genteel, I'll work at my trade, I'll handle the shovel, the hook, and the spade, The tarf to procure—which is better than coal, And I'll work to my knees in the Oul' Bog Hole.

Singing cushla mavourneen, &c

Arrah give me your hand, and consent just at once, Sure 'tis not every day that you get such a chance, When the priest makes us one how happy I'll be, With the beautiful, dutiful Mistress Magee. Tho' the meal should be scarce, we'll have praties enough, And if you think long for more delicate stuff— I'll take out the old rod which my grandfather stole, And I'll go fish for eels in the Ould Bog Hole.

Singing cushla mavourneen, &c.

Eine children we'll have, for we must mind that, There will be Darby, and Barney, and Judy, and Pat, There will be Judy so meek, and Mary so bluff, O stop then she cried, have you not got enough ? I have not, said he, sure I'll not be content, 'Till you bring home as many as there's days in Lent, How the neighbours will stare when we go for a stroll, When we all promenade round the Ould Bog Hole.

Singing cushla mavourneen, &c.

By the hokey, says she, I can scarcely refuse, For Barney the blarney you know how to use ; You've bothered my heart with the picture you've drawn, If I thought I could trust you, the thing might be done— Holy murder ! says I, do you doubt what I say, If I thought 'twould convince you, I'd swear half-a-day: Oh no, she replied, 'tis of no use at all, Then he whispered consent by the Oul' Bog Hole.

Then give me a kiss, my joy and delight, Be aisy, you blackguard, until it's all right, Soon after we're wed we'll kiss and condole, And fish for mud eels in the Oul' Bog Hole.

BALLINTOWN BRAE,

It's down in yon muirland, and down in yon glen, Where the water runs clear,and the fox makes his

den, For young Betsy that is bonny, that's wild in des-

pair, She sits on yon high hill, all loaded with care, All by a false young man that led her astray, And decoyed her far, far from sweet Ballintown

brae.

The lord of the muirland came down to the glen, He vow'd that he never saw a lady till then, He sleeked down her yellow locks, and glowed in

yon fen, He vowed that he would make me his bride and his

queen, But false was this young man, and false was his way He decoyed me far, far from sweet Ballintown brae.

He said he would dress me in satin so fine, And bright gold and silver my tartan should shine, I believed all he said, when he led me to roam, Away from my parents and once happy home, In the midst of these strangers he led me astray, And decoyed me far, far from sweet Ballintown

brae.

The first place he brought me was to the town of Ayr,

He left me in yon town, I ne'er saw him mair, Then twa bonny lasses laughed at me with scorn, And then bid me gang home, for I am left all for-

lorn, So sad and forsaken, alone here I stay, I am left to die far, far from Ballintown brae!

My parents with grief they shed many a tear, Lamented the fate of their own daughter dear, They cursed this false young man that led me astray And decoyed me far, far from sweet Ballintown brae