From Wiseheart’s Merry Songster. Dublin.
Stanzas.
(By Haynes Bayly the Second.)
The Broadwood is opened, its tapers are lit,
And my hostess implores me to play;
She would hear me accompany lines full of wit,
In my truly musicianlike way.
But my lyrics were made for the careless and free,
When my heart and my spirits were light: