SIGHTS AND SCENES

                              Of Dublin.

Now pay attention young and old unto my song awhile,
And if can I'll make you laugh, if not youll have to smile;
It's concerning curosities, that's constantly in view,
Of these who t Dublin, as the city they pass through.

                                    CHORUS:—

So if your really curious, I'd like you d take a view :
Of the sights and scenes of Dublin, which will astonish you.

Now the first thing I've to tell you, I am but a country clown
Who to seek a situation, has just came into town ;
I was born far from Ireland, in a place called Tripole,
At the thumb-hand side nor east, of the bay of Pi lico.

On the moment that I landed the first thing that I spied,
Was the shipwreck of a hand-cart, in the mud on thother side;
I had to walk knee deep in it, a job I didnt like,
And was very nearly swallowed, thro the scavengers being on
strike.

Then walked down thro the city, to a place called College
Green,
There I saw a fellow in ar , that was like a horse marine,
He was dressed up like a mounterbank, acting more rogue than
fool,
With his nose to Kinsleys Gridiron, and his back turned to
the School.

Now you ll see loss of monuments, in every place you go,
But the names of some of them, t s not worth your while to
know ;
But there'e three that stands among them that was upright
just, and pure,
To the memory o O nnell, Smith O'Brian, and Tom Moore.

If you want to be presuaded, try the Ancient Concert Hall,
Theres Vousden will make you beleive, your not yourself at all
You ll see a ghost in the Rotunds, made out of an old rag,
And Woodins seven wonders of the world, in a bag.

Now the fashion of the ladies here, most certainly are droll,
They have things like tinkers budgets, stuck behind upon their
poll,
They wear an artificial hump, upon their latter end.
Which makes them look like a Drommadery, called the grecian
bend.

Now if you go down Mary-street, and Mary's lane all through.
You'll see book- m-ins with clothing, both second band and
new ;
But if they find your going to buy, and that you've got some
tin,
Youll have to be careful, or they ll tear you limb from limh.

Then pass by the cabbage market, that place so clean and
sweet,
And the Hot-wall brigade you will see on duty in Bow street
The real lazy society about one hundred micks [bricks
And they doing the grecian statue standing up against the

Theres the gutter club on Michaels Hill that place of high
renown.
Where the laws of every nation and its people is laid down,
You will find among its congress the counter jumper spruce,
The waxey with his lap stone, and the tailor with his goose

Now all sorts of artful dodgers in Dublin youll meet,
Going on with hunker liding, at night in Capel-street ;
And if you go down farther, on the Wooden Bridge you'll find,
A fellow selling glasses, to make blind men see behind.

Now theres other scenes in Dublin, thats nearly out of date.
Which d describe but it would be, to long to make y
wait ;
But the next time that I see you, I will surely have a line,
On the Tramway, Exhibition, and Christmas Pantomime

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        HOME ONCE MORE.

I am thinking of my home and the cottage on the hill,
The cottage where my poor old mother died ;
The orchard and the school where I learn'd the
golden rule,
And old Dobbin on whose back I used to ride
When I recall the scene, it seems to be a dream,
A dream that is long past and o'er.
A tear comes in my eye, and I cannot help but sigh,
To see my dear and good old home once more.

Home once more, home once more, shall I ever see my
home once more,
Oh, those pleasant hours I play'd, in those happy
childhood days,
Shall I ever see my home once more, shall I ever see
the church where I often used to go;
Shall I ever see that dear old church again,
Shall I ever see my playmates, who in childhood's day
I played,
Or must I in a foreign land remain.
Shall I ever see my father, that poor grey-haired old
man,
As he sat in his arm chair by the do r.
If I had power, if I had wealth, I'd give them all for
health.
So that I might see my good old home once more.

I still recall to mind, how my sister good and kind,
At parting gave to me a lock of hair,
Seven years are now past o'er since I left my native
shore,
And still my heart is longing to be there
To a maiden kind and true, I also bid adue,
And tho' far away, that girl I do adore,
And I hope and trust I may live to see the happy day.
When I'll see them in my good old home ones more.