The Finest Collection of Northern Ballads .:. and Folk Poems. .:. SECOND ENLARGED EDITION WITH MANY ADDITIONAL DITTIES. PRICE, 2d. CO~IPJLED AND PU BLlSHED BY THE DERRY JOURNAL LIMiTED, DERRY ,,;,'t. -',,'"'1 .... 1. 'h·"i. 'hilt,"", .,~ ... '11,.... '\F"t · i~". , ~ , ,, , "{, '1,i1tl t, '1" ." "1. '1.'1,:'1. 't! "I:o't, ~ f'b " •. " ...."''''' "~".11 ' 't, ,\,11,',,1'\.".·1, •• ,. 'til" . "''''''''1,"t.i .'t. ,,'at .... 't''\'''''''''''''lr1r. "'. "U 1 ~.,.t"Q ~ ~r== _. 3 BtE:.,--_.3~~1 '~ ~ H el6 (lome::=$l[[::=1Pe's." ~ ~~I 0 S::::JI 0-- C) G --0 1[::::2 0 I~~ ME OWN HOME RULE COAT. (A Ditty by J. Bawn.) Some sing of new invenshuns, I'll say that Home Rule's comin', And say- they're up-ta-date; An' me coat I will unfold; And of the scars, and of the wars I'll tell them that it's passed the House That we have had of late. By men of Green and Gold. Of motor cars and mo,tor "bars," I'll say, "I was a rebel wanst." And of the motor boat, They'll say_uIn the same boat"­ But they're nought at all in Donegal But times will soon be altered To me own Home Rule Goat. Wid me own Home Rule Coat. This coat of green grew on green hills of It's now I'm gain' to leave ye, Caledonia, And sail away from Cork, 'Twas carded by an En glish lass And cross the briny ocean Close to the Broomielaw, To Brooklyn and New York, 'Twas woven by an Orange girl in a mill Where I'll meet with friend and neibors beside a moat, When I come off the boat, So it represents the Union, And they'll "sh ake" me all from Donegal Does me own Home Rule Coat. In me own Home Rule Coat. I'll soon go down to Belfast Let bygones be forgotten, Wid the wearing 0' the green , Let Irishmen all join I'll pluck an Orange lily th ere And niver fight o'er Limerick Where Sandy Row had been; o.r the battle of the Boyne. 'Twill be a combinashun Wan flag will do our nashun, Just like what Davis wrote, An' let it gently float For soon we'll be united, Above ye all in Donegal Wid me own Home Rule Coat. Wid me own Home Rl,Ile Goat. 2 OLD COME-ALL-~ j S. THE MOUN,{AINS OF MOURNE. You remember young Peter O'Loughlin, of course--- Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful Well, here he is here at t he head of the sight force. Wid the people ihere workin' by day and I met him to-day, I was crossing the by night; Strand, They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor And he stopped the whole street wid wan wheat, wa ve of his hand. But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold And there he stood talking of days that in th ~ stree~ are gone, At least, when I axed them, that's what I While the whole population of London was told; looked on; So I just took a hand at the digging for But for all these great powers he's wish­ . gold. ful, like me, But for all that I found there I might as To be back where dark Mourne sweeps well be down to the sea. Where the Mountains 0 ' Mourne sweep down to the sea. There's beautiful girls here- oh, never mind, I bel1eve that when writing a wish you Wid beautiful shapes na.ture never de­ expressed signed; As to how the fine ladies in London were And lovely complexions, all roses and dressed; crame, Well, if you'll believe, when axed to a But O'Loughlin remarked wid regard to ball, They don't wear a top to their dresses them same- at all. "That if all those roses you venture to Oh, I've seen them myself, and you could sip The colours might all come away on your not in throth, lip," Say if they were bound for a ball or a bath, So I'll wait 10r the wild rose that's wait­ Don't be starting them fashions now, ing for me Mary Machree, Where the Mountains 0' Mourne sweep down to the sea. Where the Mountains 0 ' Mourne sweep down to the sea. MARY'S REPLY. I seen 1!Jngland's King from the top of a bus- Dear Shamus, I've learned all your letter I never knew him, though he mea ns to by heart; know us; I've read it so often, I know every part, And though by the Saxon we once were For when it arrived everybody here oppressed, knew, St!ll I cheered- God forgive me-I And they all came to hear the good tid­ cheered with the rest. ingS from you And now that he's visited Er in's green r need not explain that r missed out the shore, part We'll be much better friends than we've Where you put little crosses and words been heretofore. like sweetheart. When we've got all we want we're as quiet For my h eart said to me, "You must read as can be them alone, Where the Mountains 0' Mourne sweep In the light of the moon by the Moun­ down to the sea. tains 0 ' Mourne. OLD COME-ALL-YE:'S. 3 I tould them you'd met England's King, O'h, Shamus, I don't want to spoil your and all that, career. And that he recognised you by raising But, God knows, I wish you were back his hat, again here. But I didn't explain that the cause of the fuss Sure its lonely avic, waiting day after Was you saw him pass by from the top day, of a bus; For one face that, alas, never passes this But the part they like best, sure, is where way, you confess, But don't think I'm pining; you're bette:, That in spite of th e glamour and all your it's true, success, Say you'll wait for the wild rose-"o I '!i Your thoughts often wander to where wait for you. you were born, 1110' Friendship may comfort, yet Love i ~ And you long to be back by the Moun­ forlorn, tains 0' Mourne. While waiting for you by the Mountaui. 0' Mourne. It's good of you, Sham us, to send me that dress, But the size of the waist-tell me, how did you guess? Sure, it fits me so tight, that Kate, in I'M GOING TO BUNCRANA. bad taste, Said your arm had measured some other one's waist; Without you I feel weary, If I thought it was true, now I think I The day seems long and dreary, should die, I miss your voice so cheery, But the girls are so jealous-perhaps it's My little Swilly Rose; a lie; Then, farewell care and sorrow, A day from toil I'll borrow And maybe yo u guessed from the dress And meet you, dear, to-morrow that I'd worn, Where old Mm River flows. When we walked arms-linked, by the Mountains 0' Mourne. Chorus: I'm going to Buncrana, Some great things have happened, of To see my fair Roseanna, course, since you went, She's brighter than Di.ana, Well, Kate's got a young man , th at's the She's all the world to me; greatest event, Her graceful form so slender, Her voice so sweet and tender, He's employed at a gunpowder works, by Her smiling eyes in splendour, the way, Have charms divine to see. And he may get a rise any minute they say. She sings till "Encore" after, Her parents don't think his position's Brings loud applause and laughter, secure, Admirers seek her, dafter, And forbid her to see the POOl' lad any Their compliments to pay: more. They're all so fond of Rosie, Sh e looks so neat and cosy; But for what notice Kate takes I'll be My darlin' she's a "posie," sworn, And I know sh e's O.K. They might as well talk to the Moun­ T. B. tains 0 ' Mourne. Derry. 4 OLD COME-ALL-YE'S. PILOJ: llIARLES O'BOYLE-·RUTLAND The sentence it was heavy, shocking ISLAND. people far and near, Banishment from home and kin and land he loved so dear. One stormy night in winter when the To far off Van D!emen's Land seven years sea rolled mountains high, he had to go- A barque with all sails spread O'Boyle, The Pride· of Rutland rsl!and, 'twas a sad the pilot, did descry and cruel biow. "To the boat, my men," his order was, and hurried be ye, all, And try and save this distressed ship off the Coast of Doneg,aJ. A TWELFTH JULY SONG. The men oomplied with willingness; O'Boyle his skill did show, Come ! pledge again thy heart and By guiding his boat o'er shoals and reefs hand- whUe his men did ably row. One grasp that ne'er shall sever; The barque she flew her signal-dIstress 0111' watchword be-"OUr Native Land! " it did proclaim- 0111' motto_"Love' for Ever!" And c:YBoyle cried to his oarsmen "You And let the Orange IDy be are worthy of your fame." Thy badge, my patr!ot-brother­ The everlasting Green for me ; The barque was reached in safety; And we for one another.