When two strong men stand face to face, tho they come from the ends of the earth_ ----Rudyard Kipling. [Illustration: 0175] THE LADY OF SEVILLA _In the city of Sevilla, Years and years ago-- Dwelt a lady in a villa Years and years ago._ "Magdalene," _Revelations of Peter Brown_, by J. F. Waller. |In the city of Sevilla, Years and years ago, Lived a lady in a villa, Ah,'twas long ago. And her lips were cherries ripe Years and years ago, And her eyes were like the night Long ago. [Illustration: 0176] All the gallants of Sevilla, Years and years ago, Loved the lady of the villa, Ah,'twas long ago. But their foolish hearts were broken, Years and years ago, For she scorned their true love tokens Long ago. Far away from fair Sevilla, Years and years ago; Far from city, town, and villa, Ah,'twas long ago. Sailed a ship across the ocean Years and years ago, And the lady's heart was broken, Years and years ago. ----Gratiana Chanter. [Illustration: 0177] IRISH BALLADS THE BATTLE OF THE BOYNE |July the first of a morning fair In seventeen ninety famous, King William did- his men prepare To fight with false King Shamus. King James he pitched his tents between The lines for to retire; But King William threw his bomb-balls in And set them all on fire. Thereat revenge the Irish vowed Upon King William's forces, And vehemently with cries did crowd To check their forward courses. A ball from out their batteries Hew As our King he faced their fire; His shoulder-knot away it shot, Quoth he, "Pray come no nigher!" Then straight his officers he did call, Saying, "Gentlemen, mind your station, And prove your valour one and all Before this Irish nation. My brazen walls let no man break, And your subtle foes you'll scatter; Let us show them to-day good English play, As we go over the water." Then horse and foot we marched amain, Resolved their ranks to batter; But the brave Duke Schomberg he was slain, As we went over the water. Then King William cried, "Feel no dismay At the losing of one commander, For God shall be our king to-day, And I'll be general under." Then stoutly we Boyne river crossed To give the Irish battle; Our cannon to his dreadful cost Like thunder-claps did rattle. In majestic mien our Prince rode o'er, The stream ran red with slaughter As with blow and shout we put to rout Our enemies over the water. ----Anon. Adapted by A. P. Graves. [Illustration: 0181] SHULE AGRA [Illustration: 9182] |His hair was black, his eye was blue, His arm was stout, his word was true; I wish in my heart I was with you. Go-thee-thu, mavourneen slaun! * Shule, shule, shule agra! ** Only death can ease my woe, Since the lad of my heart from me did go,