The sky-lark - National Library of Scotland

THE SKY-LARK. SS
O Cicely, my jewel, the dickens go with you why,
If that you're cruel its down at you're feet I'll lie,
Cause you're hard-hearted I'm melted to skin and
bone,
Sure you'd me pity to see me both grunt and groan,
But all I could say her hard heart could not mollify,
Still she would titter, and giggle, and look so shy,
Then with a frown I'm desir'd not to follow her
Isn't this pretty usage for Mr. O'Gallagher ?
'Twas at Balligally one Easter I met with her,
Into Jem Gawey's 1 went where I sat with her;
Cicely, my jewel, if that you will be my own,
Soon Father Luke he will come and he'll make us one.
On hearing of this how her eyes they did glisten bright
Cicely, my jewel, I'll make you my own this night,
When that she found me so determined to follow her,
I'm your's then, she cried out, sweet Mr. O'Gallagher'
GLEE.
When nature form'd that angel face
She lavish'd all her store
' Be this/ she cried, ' my master-piece,
Kneel, mortals, and adore!'