When wine, he knew, And sparkles far more brightly. And, smiling thus, The glass in two we'd sever, In double tide, And fill both ends for ever! Then, wreath the bowl, &c. Whene'er I see those smiling eyes. Air-Father Quinn. Whene'er I see those smiling eyes, To dim a heav'n so purely bright— For time will come with all his blights, The ruin'd hope-the friend unkind-And love, who leaves, where'er he lights, A chill'd or burning heart behind! And youth, that like pure snow appears, If thou'lt be mine. Air-The Winnowing Sheet. If thou'lt me mine, the treasures of air, Or in hope's sweet music sounds most sweet Shall be ours, if thou wilt be mine, love! Bright flow'rs shall bloom wherever we rove, And thoughts, whose source is hidden and high, All this and more the spirit of love Can breathe o'er them who feel his spells; That heaven, which forms his home, above, To ladies' eyes. Air-Fague a Ballagh. To ladies' eyes around, boy, Though bright eyes so abound, boy, The countless eyes that brighten Some looks there are, so holy, To light to heav'n, to light to heav'n. But fill the cup, &c. In some, as in a mirror, Love seems portray'd, love seems portray'd, But shun the flattering error, 'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade. Forget not the field. Air-The Lamentation of Aughrim. Forget not the field where they perish'd, All gone-and the bright hope we cherish'd Oh! could we from death but recover That combat for freedom once more : Could the chain for an instant be riven But 'tis past-and, though blazon'd in story Accurst is the march of his glory Which treads o'er the hearts of the free. Far dearer the grave or the prison, Than the trophies of all who have risen They may rail at this life. Air-Noch bonin shin doe. They may rail at this life-from the hour I began it, As before me this moment enraptur'd I see, In Mercury's star, where each minute can bring them New sunshine and wit from the fountain on high, Tho' the nymphs may have livelier poets to sing them,52 They've none, even there, more enamour'd than I. |