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ImsH so?os. 109 Left alone, sm?, O'Grogan set up for himself', Got a parInet, and 'twixt them got plenty of And because he was plas'd with a batehelor's life, Married Katty O'Doody who made him her ?vife. For some?thne they play'd joy, like kittens so frisky, .mill Katty, och hone, took to drinldug of whiskey; [Iold his st/eks, and away w/th his partner did run, Proving still that two heads are much better titan one. gpoke?] Och, bad luck to her! cried Grogan: to be ?um, I took her for better or worse; but sines she's prov?d all worse and no better, faith! her loss nlpke? me stag Phililu, &e. FAREWELL TO MY HARP. Tv?z--' JV'?to Langelee.' Dzxm harp of my oountry! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er :hee long, When promii'? my own Island Harp I unbound time, And gave all thy chords to 1iffht, freedom, m?l song; The waxm lay of love, and the light note of Have waken'd thy fo?dest, thy liveliest thrill; But so oft hast thou echoed the deep sigh of sadnero, That even in thy mirth it will steal from th? still Dear harp of my country! farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shah twine, Go--sleep with the sunshine .of fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by sonm hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Hav? throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; I wu but as the wind passing heedIcily over, Ami all Zhz wild sweetn? I wak'd was thy ownl THE IRISH HAYMAI?IR. Alv? did you ne'er hear of O? ?. 0'R?rty?Th?n it 0,?,,,?Google