2 LIFE IN IRELAND 



And pleasure o'er the shamrock's dew 



Flings a bright wreath of glowing hue, 



A chaplet of unfading flowers 



To lull the sense with magic powers, 



And bind in love's enchanting train 



His votaries with a silken chain ; 



There warriors, statesmen, great and high 



In regular confusion lie, 



Like froth upon the water bubbling, 



They flutter up and down near Dublin ; 



There, too, in scenes of peace and strife. 



In search of Real Irish Life, 



My good friend Brian Boru rallies 



His spirits, and on tiptoe sallies 



To seek adventure every where, 



Amongst the ugly and the fair. 



Presto ! for mirth he starts away. 



And Dublin all around looks gay. 



Just stepp'd into a handsome property, 

 Appears his friend Sir Shawn O'Dogherty ; 

 'To scatter blessings o'er the land,'" 

 Grasps a shillelah in his hand. 

 And reeling ripe for every joy. 

 He moves a brave tight Irish boy. 

 But, ere my Muse pursues a theme 

 Which vulgar souls could never dream \ 

 Before the Muse with seven-fold rage 

 Brings forward on the public stage 

 Her heroes, she must first describe 

 From what wild wandering mountain-tribe 

 These two eccentric mortals sprung, 

 Whose fame in Ireland long hath rung. 



It is necessary here to inform my readers, that in 

 search of Life, we do not mean to proceed by the 

 cut and measured rule of rhyme, nor wander on jog- 



