LIFE IN IRELAND 179 



the death of the brave was forgotten in the joys of a 

 flowing bowl. Songs, glees, and catches were sported 

 about in high style, and Sir Shawn cut no small figure 

 as a vocalist ; few of the songs are worth being re- 

 peated, as the Irish in general sing extempore, but 

 to gratify curiosity, we shall give a short specimen. 



SALL JENKINSON'S SONG. 



TUKE — 'Shakespeare's Hamlet.' 



Oh, he 's gone, Tarpaulin "s gone, 

 At his head a twelve pound shot, 

 At his heels there V 7?one. 



This little parody upon a g?'eat author was loudly 

 applauded, and Sally had for her short exertions, a 

 kiss from all the company, and a bumper to her 

 future fortunes. By the bye, Brian seemed not very 

 well pleased at the liberties taken with Sally, he did 

 not know that Game in Dublin was free for any one 

 to shoot at, and Xhsit gulls in white, are as common on 

 the Liffey as blackbirds on the Thames. A smile from 

 Sir Shaw^n told him not to be jealous, and he was at 

 once satisfied, for he looked up to him as an oracle of 

 fashion and information. 



GRAMMACHREE'S SONG. 

 TuXE— ' Did you not hear of it.' 



Och, he handled the/<?/j so neat and genteel. 

 That for the first shot 'twould amaze ye ; 



He tipt the hair trigger, and from the old steel 

 He knock'd down the duck as a daisy. 



