For my heart I know you'll break it, Though my love you ne'er can shake it, 'Tis more deeply rooted than yon oak that rears its head on high; Though the stem of hope is shivered, And each branch of pleasure withered, Yet it clings unto the earth still firm,--so, to my love, will I." "Will you promise ne'er to tease me, And do all you can to please me, If I take you for the better, though I know 'twill be for worse? Are you sure you love me truly? Well, I cannot think that you lie, But remember 'tis yourself I wed, and not your gilded purse." "Bravo! bravo! capital song, Very good length, and nothing too long; Lots of fine feeling and plenty of sense, Comical rather, and of int'rest immense." It was Flanagan John Sang this snatch of a song, Though the tune he was far from correct in; But he's one that don't care, And will do and can dare What he likes, without ever reflecting. "Let's encore it!--Encore!" "No," said Murphy, "no more, I must really the pleasure decline; 'Tis now some lady's turn, They such pretty songs learn, When their voices to singing incline. Ask the fairy-like May, Who with Samuel Delhay In a corner like two birds are caged. Here, my sweet pretty Miss, May I ask for a kiss, When those sweet lips are quite disengaged?" "Oh, for shame!" Said the dame, "Dearest Murphy, you really should never Say such things, For it brings A deep tint to the fairest cheek ever. But I'm sure Miss Maguire will oblige with a song, I have heard her fine voice, though some time ago, long; When a child she was, under my care." "Well," said Jerry Maguire, "She has at my desire Set her voice to an enchanting air; Which with pleasure she'll sing, 'Tis exactly the thing, Will amuse our old friend sitting there." "Oh, do sing, dearest May," Whispered Samuel Delhay; "Pray oblige us," said every guest; "Now then, May, don't be shy," Said her brother, "when I Can assist if you aid should request." "And," said Murphy, "I, too, Will be sure to clap you, If you will but oblige with your best." "I will try my best style," She replied with a smile; "If you'll promise you'll not be offended. Nor will go so far wrong, As to think that my song As a close to your tale is intended." "Dear, what can the girl mean? 'Twill be presently seen," Muttered he as the promise he gave. Then her voice mounted high, As a lark in the sky, As she warbled each beautiful stave.