New Hampshire Statesman And State Journal

RORY O'MORE.

BY S. LOVER.

Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen bawn.
He was bold as the hawk, and she fair as the dawn;
He sought in his heart pretty Kathleen to please,
So he thought the best way to do that was to tease.

Now Rory, be aisy,' sweet Kathleen would cry,
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye,
'With your tricks, I scarce know, in troth, what
I'm about,
Thro' your teasing, I've put on my cloak inside out.'

"My jewel,' cried Rory, 'that same is the way
You've been treating my heart for this many a day;
And 'tis pleased that I am, an' why not, to be sure?
Since 'tis all for good luck,' cries bold Rory O'More.

'Indeed then,' says Kathleen, 'don't think of the like,
For I gave half a promise to smothering Mike,
The ground that I walk on he loves, I'll be bound—'
Says Rory, 'I'd rather love you than the ground.'

'Now Rory, I'll cry if you don't let me go,
Sure I'un dreaming each night that I'm hating you
So—'
Says Rory, 'that same I'm delighted to hear,
For drames always go by contraries, my dear;
An' darling, keep draming that same till you die,
And bright morning will give dirty night the black lie,
And 'tis pleased that I am, and why not, to be sure?
For 'tis all for good luck,' says bold Rory O'More.

Arrah, Kathleen, my darling, you've teazed me enough,
And I've thrashed for your sake Dinna Grimes and Jim Duff;
[a baste,
And I've made myself drinking your health quite
So I think after that I may talk to the priest."

Then Rory, the rogue, stole his arm round her neck,
So soft and so white without freckles or speck,
And he looked in her eyes that were beaming in light,
And he kissed her sweet lips—don't you think he was right?

'Now Rory, leave off, sir, you'll kiss me no more,
That's eight times to day you have kissed me before."
'Then here goes another,' says he, 'to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers,' says Rory O'More.