And kicked up a terrible hullabaloo.
Old Casey the piper was near being strangled,
They squeezed up his pipes, his bellows, and all;
The girls in their ribbons they all got entangled,
And that put an end to Lanigan’s ball.
Anonymous.
THE WIDOW’S LAMENT.
Ochone, acushla mavourneen! ah, why thus did ye die?
(I won’t keep ye waitin’ a minit: just wait till I wipe my eye);
And is it gone ye are, darlint,—the kindest, the fondest, the best?