Selected Poetry.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 1585, 15 April 1887, Page 4

Selected Poetry.

KITTY O'SEILL. Buddy and «hit# is my lore (mji Dan), Buddy and white, are u blood and milk; Brown her eyes, and her hair like the bin Of the new-roled shoe. Brt never was silk Soft and shining aa my luve'a hair, That's rippling down from her crown to her heela; An* where is the creature that widn't declare That there never were tresses like Kitty OTfeift? An' ifs ihe that will be my bride, come May, When the bloom ia white on the hawthorn tree; Tho' May brings tl.e height of ill-luck, they 'ayBat there can't be ill-luck before Kitty an' me! "We're loved each other for year* an'jean— Wee thinp, toddlin' bitber an' yon; We held to each other, an* never a fear's But well hold together till life be doneHold together, come weal come woe An' closer than e»er. come woe than weal; For never has a man loved a maiden so, Or maid loved lover like Kitty O'Neill. An' it's she that will be my bride come May. When the bloom is white on the hawthorn tree ; It's nothing we care what the ould want isy, There cant be ill-luck before Kitty an' me! Buddy and white was my love (savs Dan); Ruddier—whiter—with every day, Till the ould wan* whispered " But she grows wan!" Bat wherefore heed what the ould wans sayP And the days wore on till to weeks they grew— Och! who can count upon woe or weal, For we loved each other so fond an' true ? It's Fite bad a spi'e aeain«t Kitty O'Neill. But was it ill-luck, to be 'aken away Ere the bloom had died on the hawthorn tree ? For my love was buried, not married, in May, An* that was the luck before Kitty an' me ! Mas C. Joblisg. SONG. (After Alfred de Musset.) When, by seme luckless ebaree unknown, Our hope has flown, And laughter light, For ladne's, then, the cure complete Is music sweet And beauty bright More potent is in might, and keen, Face fair of mein, Than spear or bow ; What greater gladness than to hear Songs s*set and clear, loved long Laojt.