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Bentley's Miscellany, Volume II
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She thought his fancy
Was bent on Nancy
Or Judy Clancy,
Two sisthers fair:
Though in his bosom,
You can't accuse him,
But she did strew some
Love-nettles there!
For all that, never
Could he endeavour
His lip to sever,
And say, "Dear Kate!"
The lad was bashful,
'Caze not being cashful;
But she was rashful,
As I'll relate.
IV
One Sunday mornin',
All danger scornin',
Without a warnin'
She left her home;
And to a valley
She forth did sally
That lay in Bally-
Hinch-a-dhrome!
A while she wandher'd —
And then she pondher'd —
At last she squandher'd
Her rason quite;
And in a pool there,
Like any fool there,
She soon did cool there
Her burnin' spite!
Our hero ceas'd; and from the multitude }
The suck-tongue sounds of pity that ensued }
Would warm a stoic in his coldest mood:}
Ducks on a pond, when gobblin' up duck-meat,
Ne'er smack'd a music half so sadly sweet!
Miss Biddy Reilly's long-lash'd eyes of jet
Were red (as rivalling her hair) and wet!
Some inward feeling caus'd this outward woe;
But what it was but love for Darby, I don't know!
But now tay-tay and coffee-tay are done,
And of the night begins the raal fun:
The dance is nam'd, and straightway on the floor
Two dozen couple start, – I might say more.
But Darby interposes, and cries, "Stop!
Afore we have a reel let's have a hop:
First – boy an' girl; then girl relieve the girl,
Next boy the boy, till all round have a whirl!
Miss Reilly an' myself will lead the first; —
Come, piper! squeeze yir bags until they burst!
'Tatther Jack Welsh,' or 'Smash the Windows,' play,
'The wind that shakes the barley,' 'Flow'rs in May,'
Or any rantin' roarin' lilt ye know:
What! 'Ligrum Cuss?' hurroo! then here we go!"
"He spake: and, to confirm his words," they all
Sate down obedient in the festive hall!
None but himself and Biddy upward stood,
All eyes were on them of the multitude!
But how shall I describe the wondrous pair,
Terpsichore! that worshipp'd thee then there?
Such grace, such action, on a malt-house floor,
Was never seen or heard of, e'en, before!
O'Ryan's arms at stiff right angles to
His body were, which to the gazer's view
Betray'd no motion; while his legs below
Seem'd all St. Vitus' nimblest shakes to know!
With knees bent inward, heels turn'd out, and toes
That seem'd contending like two deadly foes
For one small spot of earth, he digg'd the ground,
And sent the mortar pulveriz'd around!
"Look at his feet!" was the admiring cry;
"Hold down the light that we may closely spy:
There's double-shuffle for ye! hoo! success!
He'd dance upon a penny-piece, or less!"
Meanwhile, Miss Reilly, with her hands aside,
A varied change of steps and movements plied;
Now bold advancing in her partner's face,
Now shooting by a side-slip to a place
The farthest on the floor: – at every turn,
As round and graceful as a spinning churn!
But, ah! not long was she the dance's queen;
For young Kate Duff, who owed her long a spleen,
Swift as the lightning from a cloud of gloom,
Shot from a dim-lit corner of the room,
And sent the frowning Biddy to her seat,
Who mutter'd something that I can't repeat!
Long Curly next our hero's post relieves,
And Kitty Duff gives place to Nelly Reeves:
Curly, the piper's son, Ned Joyce, supplants;
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