If, fondly, thou dost not mistake, And all defects for graces take, Persuad’st thyself that jests are broken, When she has little or nothing spoken,— Know this, Thou lov’st amiss; And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. IV. If, when thou appear’st to be within, Thou let’st not men ask and ask again; And when thou answer’st, if it be To what was ask’d thee, properly,— Know this, Thou lov’st amiss; And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. V. If, when thy stomach calls to eat, Thou cut’st not fingers ’stead of meat; And with much gazing on her face, Dost not rise hungry from the place,— Know this, Thou lov’st amiss; And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew. VI. If, by this thou dost discover That thou art no perfect lover; And desiring to love true, Thou dost begin to love anew,— Know this, Thou lov’st amiss; And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew.—ED.] No. XXXV. July 9, 1798. The following popular song is said to be in great vogue among the loyal troops in the North of Ireland. The air and the turn of the composition are highly original. It is attributed (as our correspondent informs us) to a fifer in the Drumballyroney Volunteers. BALLYNAHINCH.[300] A NEW SONG. I. A certain great Statesman[301] whom all of us know, In a certain assembly, no long while ago, Declared from this maxim he never would flinch, “That no town was so _loyal_ as Ballynahinch”. II. The great statesman, it seems, had perused all their faces, And been mightily struck with their loyal grimaces; While each townsman had sung, like a throstle or finch, “We are all of us _loyal_ at Ballynahinch”. III. The great statesman return’d to his speeches and readings; And the Ballynahinchers resumed their proceedings; They had most of them sworn, “_We’ll be true to the Frinch_,”[302] So _loyal_ a town was this Ballynahinch! IV.