POETRY.

Globe, Volume I, Issue 58, 6 August 1874, Page 3

POETRY.

TWO IRISH IDYLLS. I—Riding Double. Trottin’ to the Fair, Me and Moll Molony, Seated, I declare, On a single pony, How am I to know that Molly’s safe behind, Wid our heads, in oh ! that Awkward way inclined 1 By her gintle breathin’ Whispered past my ear, And her white arms wreathin’ Warm around me here. Trotting to the Fair, Me and Moll Molony, Seated, I declare, On a single pony. Yerrig ! Masther Jack, Lift your fore-legs higher, Or a rousin’ crack Surely you’ll require. “ Ah !” says Moll, “ I’m frightened That the pony ’ll start.” And her hands she tightened On my happy heart ; Till, widout reflectin’ ’Twasn’t quite the vogue, Somehow I’m suspectin’ That I snatched a pogue. Trottin to the Fair Me and Moll Molony Seated, I declare, On a single pony. 11.— Riding Treble. Joultin’ to the Fair, Three upon the pony, That so lately were Me and Moll Molony. “ How can three be on, boy 1 Sure the wife and you, Though you should be nan , boy, Can’t be more nor two." Arrah, now then may be You’ve got eyes to see That this purty baby Adds us up to three, Joultin’ to the Fair, Three upon the pony, That so lately were Me and Moll Molony. Come, give over, Jack, Cap’rin’ and curvettin', All that’s on your back Foolishly forgettin’ ; B'or I’ve tuk the notion, Wan may caut’rin’ go,/ Trottin’ is a motion I’d extend to two. But to travel steady Matches best wid three, And we’re that already, Mistress Moll and me. Joultin’ to the Fair, Three upon the pony, That so lately were Me and Moll Molony. The Author of “ Songs of Kxllarney. ’