LIFE IN IRELAND 187 



Together they agree, 

 With Captain Gravunachree^ 

 To drink to the jovial crew. 



We 're all met together, 

 My heart is like a feather, 



Which passion moves at will ; 

 I can't sing my song, 

 My heart beats so strong. 



Pray, Brian, make the urchin lie still. 



And faith that I will, said the Galway Esquire ; for 

 by the powers of Dick Martin I have a happy knack 

 at quieting ladies' hearts, after my own self has set them 

 in perturbation. 



By Jasus, said Grammachree, and you have a power 

 to put them in a state of great disturbance when you 

 like, and you 're always iip07i likings like the tifwians 

 watch^ or the farmer's mare. Bedershin, repHed Brian 

 BoRU ; and placing his hand upon Sally's knee, gave 

 the hint of a journey to bedlinen-bay. The hint was 

 taken by all, and Sir Shawn, always foremost upon 

 these occasions, made a move that they should see the 

 bride in bed, and throw the stocking. This was 

 objected to by Sally, who swore she was only a walk- 

 ing stick companion, and would not give up her sing/e 

 birth for any double dealing in the world, or Dublin : 

 there was reason in this, and therefore Sir Shawn and 

 Grammachree contented themselves with drinking to 

 The Weather Cock ; and turning Brian to bed, to 

 console himself for the horrors of the day. 



When the lady was gone, the party was considered as 



dissolved, and each 



Struck off his dififerent way, 

 Resolved to meet another day. 



