William Maginn

  • The Irishman and the Lady

    There was a lady lived at Leith,
      A lady very stylish, man;
    And yet, in spite of all her teeth,
      She fell in love with an Irishman—
        A nasty, ugly Irishman,
        A wild, tremendous Irishman,
    A tearing, swearing, thumping, bumping, ranting,...

  • Waiting for the Grapes

    That I love thee, charming maid, I a thousand times have said,
      And a thousand times more I have sworn it,
    But ’t is easy to be seen in the coldness of your mien
      That you doubt my affection—or scorn it.
                            Ah me!

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