BUSY, CURIOUS, THIRSTY FLY B USY, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I; Both alike are mine and thine, Threescore summers, when they're gone, VINCENT BOURNE. MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE Y DEAR and only love, I pray MY This noble world of thee Like Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone; My thoughts shall evermore disdain He either fears his fate too much, That puts it not unto the touch, But if no faithless action stain Thy true and constant word, I'll serve thee in such noble ways I'll deck and crown thy head with bays, And love thee more and more. JAMES GRAHAM, Earl of Montrose. THE WEARING OF THE GREEN PADDY dear, and did you hear the news that's going round? St. Patrick's Day no more we'll keep; his colors can't be seen: For there's a bloody law again' the wearing of the green. I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand, Oh, if the color we must wear is England's cruel red, But till that day, please God, I'll stick to wearing of the green. But if at last our color should be torn from Ireland's heart, Must we ask a mother's blessing from a strange and distant land? And where, please God, we'll live and die still wearing of the green. DION BOUCICAULT. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE NOT or a drum was heard, not a funeral note, We buried him darkly at dead of night, No useless coffin inclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; |