SONG XXXIV. Row Dow

Oh, fear not my courage, prov'd over and over, Your soldier will rout each impertinent lover; With a row dow I'll guard you, the foe shall your presence fly, Who to fall in love here, must have tumbled, faith, pretty high. With wide spreading charms, like the lake of Killarney, Dear creature, O listen to none of their blarney. With a row dow, &c.

Your true hearted lad is come galloping to you, Oh! the salmon's leap's nought to his flight to pursue you, With a row dow, &c.

Your short date of beauty—your glib tongue contrasting, Like our own giant's causeway, will prove everlasting. With a row dow, &c.