This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1863 Excerpt: ...Since the Empress of France has had the rare chance To set all the fashions, what mean they? The young ladies say that they daro not display A dress that's not a la Euglnie; Then the flounces one meets as one walks thro' the straits! (In a carriage my daughter wont risk hers) And under her hair she has taken to wear A ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1863 Excerpt: ...Since the Empress of France has had the rare chance To set all the fashions, what mean they? The young ladies say that they daro not display A dress that's not a la Euglnie; Then the flounces one meets as one walks thro' the straits! (In a carriage my daughter wont risk hers) And under her hair she has taken to wear A gentleman's pair of false whiskers I I don't know what's come, &c. THE EAAL OULD IRISH GINTLEMAN. Adams. Air--" The Fine Old Country Gentleman." I'll sing you a dacent song, that was made by a Paddy's pate, Of a raal ould Irish gintleman who had a fine estate; His mansion it was made of mud, wid thatch and all complate, Wid a hole at top through which the smoke so graceful did retrate, Like a raal ould Irish gintleman, a boy of the gulden time. His waMs so cold were cover'd wid the divil a thing for show, Except an ould sh: llelah, which had knocked down many a foe; And there ould Barney sat at ease, without bis shoes or hose; And quaff 'd his noggin of potteen to warm his big red nose. Like a fine ould Irish gintleman, a boy of the oulden time. To Donnybrook his custom was to go to every fair, And though he'd seen a few score years, he still was young when there; And tho' the rich had feasted him, he still among the poor, Would sing, and dance, and hurl, and fight, and make the spalpeens roar. Like a raal ould Irish gintleman, a boy of the oulden time. But, och! movrone! once at a row ould Barney got a knock, And one that kilt him, 'cause he couldn't overget the shock; They laid him out so beautiful, and then set up a groan, Och! Barney, darlint, jewel dear--why did you die? och h-ne! Then they waked this Irih gintleman the boy of the ouklen time. Though all things in their course must change, and seasons pass away, Yet Iris...
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