Elegy.
On a favourite Washerwoman, Mrs. Bridget Mulligan.
Farewell old friend and memory ever dear,
Thy earnest labour at the tub is o’er,
Let every friend to merit, shed a tear,
For Biddy Mulligan is now no more.
In peaceful cot she passed a busy life,
Secluded from the world, and all its ills;
A tender mother—a deserted wife,