inculcating politeness and humanity, has a fatal tendency to reprefs the generous efforts of true courage and heroifm.

PUGIO.

A 80 NG,

COMPOSED BY MURLAGH O'SULLIVAN, FOR THE INSTRUCTION AND DELIGHT OF THE MEMBERS OF THE CUNAMARAGH CLUB.

Tune They fought in their Brogues, and they ftab'd with their Skeins.

I.

COME, let us be jolly, my boys,
Still ready for every call;

For drinking and fighting's our joys,

The chorus is-Powder and Ball.

Fal de ral, &c.

II.

Our fport is to game, drink, and hunt,
To fire off our pistols and pence,
And we never will take an affront,
Because we first give the offence.

Fal de ral, &c.

III. Hark

III.

- Harken to O'Sullivan's fong,

Which points out the way that is right, And bids you shew courage when wrong, For that's the occafion to fight.

IV.

Fal de ral, &c.

Tho' your friend, like a Prince, entertains,
If you don't like the Toaft that he puts,
Ne'er boggle to blow out his brains,

Or lend him a thrust in the guts.

Fal de ral, &c.

V.

If you choose for to call at his door,
And find that he is'nt within ;

He affronts you the fon of a whore!
Ogh!-make a round hole in his skin.

Fal de ral, &c.

VI.

Mechanics will come with their bills,

And beg you to pay them some money;

Never heed their complaints and their ills,
But give them Shillelagh, my honey.

VOL. II.

G

Fal de ral, &c.

VII. Or

VII.

Or that if you languish with love,
And the Lady would wish to escape,
You'll make her as tame as a dove,

By only committing a rape.

Fal de ral, &c.

VIII.

Then lay her fast ty'd on a horse,

Her eyes will stream like two fountains; Never mind the dear creter's remorse,

But carry her fafe to the mountains.

Fal de ral, &c.

IX.

There Madam must starve for her tricks,

'Till fhe's too weak to refift;

But still if she struggles and kicks,

Then give her a thump with your fist.

X.

Fal de ral, &c.

Ogh that makes her deadly and faint,
And faves all her bluthes and cries;
Then ravifh the beautiful faint,

Before that she opens her eyes.

Fal de ral, &c.

XI.

In a cave, like Queen Dido's, the place,
For robbing each beautiful charm;
But if the complies with a grace,

Then do the sweet Creter no harm.

XII.

Fal de ral, &c.

For indictments of law never budge,
The Jury loves bucks that will wench;
And fure we may challenge the judge,
As foon as he comes from the bench.
Fal de ral, &c.

XIII.

Then let us be jolly my boys,

Still ready for every call:

For drinking and fighting's our joys,
Our Chorus is-Powder and Ball.

THE PRAISE OF POTATO E S.

A BURLESQUE. BY. E F.

HAIL, rare potatoes! hot or cold, all hail !
O quickly come-mine appetite's delight!
Whether in oven's fiery concave clos'd,
By baker's art delicious thou'rt embrown'd,
While rills of purple gravy from the pores
Of mighty beef improve the luscious fare.
Whether the dame of culinary skill

Have rudely fealp'd thee o'er, and to the rage
Of warring elements confign thee deep,
Beneath the cope of air-excluding lid

In humid durance plung'd. Or when with steaks
Of marbled vein, from rump of stall-fed steer
Difparted late-flic'd in the fhallow pan

I view thee kindly ftrew'd, how joys my heart!
How flash with eager glance my longing eyes!
Or in the tedious eve, when nipping frost
Reigns potent, 'mid the fmould'ring embers roaft
(From fubterranean store selected) thofe
Of amplest size rotund, of native coat
Yet unbereft-and if my homely board
Penurious, add but few falubrious grains
Of humble falt, I blefs the cheap repast I-