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.


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