The Lasses of Dublin

The Lasses of Dublin.

A Favorite New Song, Sung by Mrs Bannister in the Poor Soldier

The Meadows look chearfull, The Birds sweetly sing:So gayly they Carrol the Praises of Spring.Tho’ Nature rejoices, poor Norah shall mourn,Untill her dear Patrick Again shall return,Tho’ gain shall return.

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Ye Lasses of Dublin, ah, hide your gay charms,Nor lure her dear Patrick from Norah’s fond arms:ThoSattins, and Ribbons, and Laces are fine,They hide not a Heart with such feeling as mine.

The Lasses of Dublin