I'M O'ER YOUNG TO MARRY YET I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet, I'm o'er young, 'twould be a sin to take me from my mammy yet. I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet, I'm o'er young, 'twould be a sin to take me from my mammy yet; I am my mammy's airn bairn, nor of my hame am weary yet; And I would have you learn lads, that ye, for me must tarry yet; For I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet, I'm o'er young, 'twould be a sin to take me from my mammy yet. I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet, I'm o'er young, 'twould be a sin to take me from my mammy yet, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet, I'm o'er young, 'twould be a sin to take me from my mammy yet; I hae had my ain way none dare to contradict me yet, Soon to say I wad obey, in truth I dare not venture yet. For I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet, I'm o'er young, 'twould be a sin to take me from my mammy yet. COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE GIN a body meet a body ? Ne'er a ane hae I; But a' the lads they lo❜e me, And what the waur am I? Gin a body meet a body Ilka a body has a body, &c. Gin a body meet a body Comin' frae the town, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body frown? Ilka Jenny has her Jockey, &c. A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME. TUNE.-Some love to roam. I LOVE to ride o'er the foaming tide, Where the winds and waves play free, With a daring band, with a blade in hand, Oh, a pirate's life for me; Our craft's broad sails, breast, breeze or gale And merrily forth she flies, To follow each bark, o'er waves so dark, And seek the glorious prize. Yoe ho! yoe ho! &c Each gallant bark, we quickly mark, Though guns appear, as we bear near, Our hot gun's blaze sweep shroud and stays, Amid death and horror's cries, Our boarding pikes! she strikes, We merrily seize our prize. Yoe ho! yoe ho! &c. www ~ m NORAH M'SHANE. I'VE left Ballymornach a long way behind me, To better my fortune, I've crossed the big sea; But I'm sadly alone, not a creature to mind me, And faith I'm as wretched as wretched can be; I think of the buttermilk, fresh as the daisy, The beautiful hills and the emerald plain, And ah! don't I oftentimes think myself crasy About that young black-eyed rogue I sigh for the turf pile so cheerfully burning, When barefoot I trudg'd it from toil. ing afar, When I toss'd in the light the thirteen I'd been earning And whistl'd the anthem of "Erin go Bragh." In truth, I believe that I'm half broken hearted, To my country and love, I must get back again, For I've never been happy at all since From sweet Ballymornach and Norah Oh! there's something so dear in the cot I was born in, Though the walls are but mud and the roof is but thatch, How familiar the grunt of the pigs in the morning, What music in lifting the rusty old latch. 'Tis true I'd no money, but then I'd no sorrow, My pockets were light, but my head had no pain; And if I but live till the sun shine to morrow, I'll be off to dear Erin and Norah |