But gather with your shinin' looks
And pity Moll Magee.
THE BALLAD OF THE FOXHUNTER
"Now lay me in a cushioned chair
"And carry me, you four,
"With cushions here and cushions there,
"To see the world once more.
"And some one from the stables bring
"My Dermot dear and brown,
"And lead him gently in a ring,
"And gently up and down.
"Now leave the chair upon the grass:
"Bring hound and huntsman here,
"And I on this strange road will pass,
