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          The Soldier's Dream.

When the thundering of cannon died away on the air,
And the red sun had sunk o'er the valloy afar,
And the pale lamp of night shed its rays on the field,
Disclosing in silver the sad victims of war.

In the midst of the dying and dead I lay down,
With the murmuring Alma to lull me to rest,
Being disturbed in my mind and fatig ed from the day
sunk into slumbers and thought myself bless'd.

Methought I was wafted far back o er the sea,
And that war's bloody battles and t mults were o'er,
Exhausted in strength by a trying campaign,
I was landed in peace upon Erin's green shore.

flew to my cottage, to my children and wife,
They all wept for joy at my happy return,
kissed and embrac'd them ten thousand times over,
And vowed I would ne'er again cause them to mourn,

I recounted all my dangers and hairbreath escapes,
At Inkerman, Alma, and others beside,
I told them how Irishmen fought at the war,
How bravely they conquered—how nobly they died.

When to my comfort and gladden my heart,
I thought that my war tale I'd scarcely begun,
When my father he entered with eyes beaming joy,
And with faltering voice said you're welcome my son

Once more been surrounded by my family and friend,
And freed from the dangers of war's eread alarms,
My children all other amusements forsook,
And ran to indulge in their fond father's arms.

The delights of that merriment I can never forget,
My spirits were cheered by many a joke,
But alas, the scene changed and far far from my hom
By the dark rolling Alma in sorrow I woke.

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          Paddy Carey

'Twas at the town of nate Clogheen,
That Sagjent Snap met Paddy Carey,
A claner boy was never seen,
Brisk as a bee, light as a fairy.
His brawney shoulders four-feet square,
His cheeks like thumping red potatoes.
His legs would make any chairman stars
And Pat was loved by all ladies)

All the sweet faces at Limerick races,
From Mullinavat to Magherafelt,
At Paddys beautiful name would melt,
The sowls would cry and look so shy,
Och ! Cushla did you never see,
The jolly boy, the daring joy, the darling to ,
Nimble-footed, black-eyed, rosy-cheeked, curley-
headed Paddy Carey.

His heart was mode of Irish oak,
Yet soft as streams from sweet Killarocy,
His tongue was tipt with a bit of the brogue,
But the dcuce a bit at all of the blarney.
Now Sarjent Snap so sly and keen,
While Pat was coaxing duck-legged Mary,
A shilling slipt, so nate and clane
By the powers he listed Paddy Carey.

The sow's wept loud the crowd was great,
When waddling forth came Widow Leary,
Though she was crippled in her gait
Her brawncy arms clasped Paddy Carey.
Och! Pat she cried go buy the ring,
Here's cash golore my darling honey,
Says Pat, you sowl I'll do that thing,
And clapt his thumb upon the money.

When Pat had thus his fortune made,
He pressed the lips of Mistress Leary,
And mounting straight a large cockade,
In captains boots structs Paddy Carey.
He grateful praised her shade, her back,
To others like a dromadeary,
Her eyes that seemed their strings to crack,
Were Cupids darts to Captain Carey.