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   The Kitchen Furniture

The dishcloth sain it was not fair,
And told the broom it should not stand there
The broom made answer verry smart,
Saying, I'll fighi you er any that takes your

The spit stootd up like a naked man,
And swore hc'd fight the drippen-pan,
The drippen-pan without fail
Swore that broom should go to goal

The tongs being by the fire-side,
Stood up on his legs and cried—
I'll fight spit that long black thidf,
Altho his work is roasting beef.

Or the drippen-pa that interloper—
I'm here at yonr back, said kitchen poker,
Ready to reveng our wrongs,
I'll flight or loose my life the tongs.

The fire shovel, when he heard the noise,
Bounced up saying, what's the matter boys ?
I'll take the tongs and poker's part,
For they work with me abont the hearth,

The flesh-fork then came is so bright,
And jump'd into the middle of the fight,
Then at the fire-shovel made a stab,
And knocked his body against the hob.

When he received this mortal wound,
He lay down fat upon the ground,
Crying out, I fear my back is broke
never will fight another stroke.

The coal-box next came in so stout,
And gave the flesh-fork awful clout,
Saying you dabbling thief I'll be your end,
I fear you have killed my only friend.

The pot in the corner all alone,
Herd the flesn-ſork give a groan,
And at coal-box made a dart ;
He called the kettle to take his part:

The kettle said, I have no call.
I don't belong to the kitchen at all,
I'm in the parlour both night and day,
You dirty set you may fight away,

The frylan-pau next came tumbling down,
And like ae officer marcned all round,
He met with the br , and gave i a trt t
Sayiug, 'twas you began the battle first,

To their suprise in walked the cook,
The ief commacder of the t oop,
And she then commanded a general peace,
Marched them back to their owne place,

Next g by the break of day,
dishcloth worked away,
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a disputed uy more,

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      Sweet Castle Hyde.

As I roved out on a summer's morning,
Down by the banks of Blackwater side,
To view the grov and meadows charming
And the pleasant gardens of Castle Hyde
'Tis there you'd hear the thrushes warblli
The dove and partridge I now describe,
And lambkins sporting every morning,
All to adorn sweet Castle Hyde.

There are fine walks in those pleasant gardens
And seats most charming in shady bowers,
The gladiator, who is bold and daring,
Each night and morning to watch the flower
There's a road for service in this fine arbo
Where nobles in their coaches ride,
To view the groves and pleasant gardens
That front the palace of Castle Hyde.

If noble princes from foreign places
Should chance to sail to the Irish shor ,
'Tis in this valley they should be feastes,
Where often heroes had been before,
The wholesome air of this habitation
Would recreate yo r heart with pride.
There is no valley hroughout this nation
In beauty equal to Castle Hyde.

There are fi air rses and stall-fed oxen,
A den f tox s to play and hide,
Fine res for breeding, and foreign shee,
With snowy fleeces in Castle Hyde.
The grand improvements there would
The trees are drooping with fruitof all kind
The bees are humming the fields with mus
Which yields more beauty to Castle Hyde.

richest groees throughout this nation
fine plantations you will see there,
e rose the tulip, and the sweet care
all vieing with the lily fair.
el buck and doe, the fox and eagle,
hey skip und play at the river side,
e trout and sal n are always sportin
n the clear stream t Castle Hyde.

from Blarney to              ney,
From Thomastown to D o aile
And Killishannook the joins Raincoma