John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Page 590
Samuel Lover. (1797–1868) |
6052 |
A baby was sleeping, Its mother was weeping, For her husband was far on the wild-raging sea. |
The Angel’s Whisper. |
6053 |
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye. 1 |
Rory O’ More. |
6054 |
For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear. 2 |
Rory O’ More. |
6055 |
“That ’s eight times to-day that you ’ve kissed me before.” “Then here goes another,” says he, “to make sure, For there ’s luck in odd numbers,” 3 says Rory O’More. |
Rory O’ More. |
6056 |
As she sat in the low-backed car The man at the turn-pike bar Never asked for the toll But just rubbed his auld poll And looked after the low-backed car. |
The low-backed Car. |
6057 |
Sure my love is all crost Like a bud in the frost And there’s no use at all in my going to bed, For ’t is dhrames and not slape that comes into my head! |
Molly Carew. |
6058 |
And with my advice, faith I wish you’d take me. |
Widow Machree. |
6059 |
Sure the shovel and tongs To each other belongs. |
Widow Machree. |
Note 1. See Scott, page 482. [back] |
Note 2. See Middleton, page 172. [back] |
Note 3. See Shakespeare, page 46. [back] |