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Real Life in Ireland, Or, the Day and Night Scenes of Brian Boru, Esq. and Sir Shawn O'dogherty, by a Real Paddy [p. Egan].
Real Life in Ireland Or the Day and Night Scenes of Brian Boru Esq and Sir Shawn O'dogherty by a Real Paddy - p. Egan Author:Pierce Egan General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1904 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER III Stanzas to my Country and King -- Irish ceremony: or no waiting breakfast when you have an echo in your stomach -- Capt. Grammachree's Family, and their characters -- Bad puns -- Brian Boru new rigged-out, and Grammachree's remarks thereon -- The ' Living God' of Sir SHAWN O'DOG- Herty -- Excuses for swearing -- Irish blessings conveyed in curses -- A death-bed oath -- Paddy pawns his breeches to drink with a friend -- An Irish ditty in Merion Square, by Capt. Grammachree. HAIL to thee ! Friendship's land, Hibernia dear, Cloth'd in the blessings of a smiling year; O'er thy wild mountains and dark-bosom'd woods, Thy long-extended plains and rushing floods, In robes of green, with brows by shamrock twin'd, And scarf of purple waving in the wind, The heavenly harp, wild warbling in his hand, Strung by the saint who guards this blessed land, The bow and quiver o'er his shoulders flung, With face commanding, firm, serene, and young, Green sandals glistening with the morning dew, Stern Independence flashes on thy view : FREEDOM, his light-wing'd herald, flies before, (Who bliss convey'd to Afric's blood-stain'd shore) The form benign breathes peace to all below, And Rapture's tear-drops unresisted flow. Pride of the world, and glory of this isle, Pure INDEPENDENCE ! millions woo thy smile ; Intrepidly they own'd thy sovereign power In persecution's dark and troubled hour, When fate forbade the peasant's arm to toil, And blood of freemen fatten'd Ireland's soil. But lo ! the scene is chang'd, sweet Peace appears ; The long, long penance of five hundr...« less