English poem
Dermot
O, could I earn for thee, my lovely lass, A pair of brogues to bear thee dry to mass! But see, where Norah with the sowins comes-- Then let us rise, and rest our weary bums.
THE GRAND QUESTION DEBATED:
WHETHER HAMILTON'S BAWN SHOULD BE TURNED INTO A BARRACK OR MALT-HOUSE. 1729