60 The Devonshire Ball. [MAY, 



If you'd take my advice, you'd all marry, 



Leave off sleeping your days all alone, 

 Send Apollo at once to Old Harry, 



And come down, and be bone of our bone. 

 Sing Cupid, c. 



Now, inspire me to sing of the Ball, 



Where the Youghalites swarm'd all together, 



All beauties, the short and the tall, 

 In the hottest of all the hot weather. 

 Sing Cupid, &c. 



There were lads from the woods and the waters, 



Bold Captains and Majors likewise, 

 And old ladies in lots with their daughters, 



All famous for brogue and black eyes. 



Sing Cupid, &c. 

 Long life to the Duke and his pockets, 



And long life to his liveries and coach, 

 The thoughts, like a brace of sky-rockets, 



Lit the blue eyes of pretty Miss Roche. 

 Sing Cupid, c. 



So he grayed of her white hand the honour, 



Tho it put the whole room in a fret, 

 But chiefly Miss Phelim O'Connor, 



And the rest of her backbiting set. 

 Sing Cupid, &c, 



What girl but would like to be Duchess? 



So off they sail'd down the quadrille, 

 While her eyes gave him so many touches, 



I '11 be sworn he remembers them still. 

 Sing Cupid, &c. 



But up came the fairest of fair ones, 



Miss Dunn, that kills hearts with a look, 

 Her cheeks were two roses, and rare ones ; 



It was thought she would finish the Duke. 

 Sing Cupid, &c. 



Down they danced; it was sweet Summer weather ; 



And the charmer seem'd sure of the plate ; 

 But tho' hearts may be melted together, 

 A dukedom's not won in a heat. 

 Sing Cupid, &c. 



For just as a speech and a sigh 



Were beginning his passion to tell, 

 A pair of sweet lips caught his eye, 



They were yours, merry Lucy O'Dell. 

 Sing Cupid, c. 



Off they went ; and you'd swear that his Grace 



Had made up his mind for a wife, 

 So fondly he gazed on a face 



That might make a king happy for life. 

 Sing Cupid, &c. 



But in spite of Miss Lucy's sweet smiles, 



To Miss Phelim's unbounded surprise, 

 His Grace waltz'd away with Miss Giles, 



So wit beat red lips and black eyes. 

 Sing Cupid, c. 



