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Not all the hells,

Where Pluto dwells,

Can give such pain as I endure.

To some peaceful plain convey me,

On a mossey carpet lay me,

Fan me with ambrosial breeze,
Let me die, and so have ease!

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XXII.

The Frantic Lady.

MAD SONG THE SIXTH.

This, like number xx., was originally sung in one of D'Urfey's Comedies of Don Quixote, (first acted about the year 1694,) and was probably composed by that popular songster, who died Feb. 26, 1723.

This is printed in the "Hive, a Collection of Songs,” 4 vols. 1721, 12mo., where may be found two or three other Mad Songs not admitted into these volumes.

I BURN, my brain consumes to ashes!
Each eye-ball too like lightning flashes!
Within my breast there glows a solid fire,
Which in a thousand ages can't expire!

Blow, blow, the winds' great ruler!

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Bring the Po, and the Ganges hither,

'Tis sultry weather;

Pour them all on my soul,

It will hiss like a coal,

But be never the cooler.

'Twas pride hot as hell,

That first made me rebell,

From love's awful throne a curst angel I fell;

And mourn now my fate,

Which myself did create :

Fool, fool, that consider'd not when I was well!

Adieu! ye vain transporting joys!

Off ye vain fantastic toys!

That dress this face-this body-to allure!

Bring me daggers, poison, fire!

Since scorn is turn'd into desire.

All hell feels not the rage, which I, poor I, endure.

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XXIII.

Lilli Burlero.

The following rhymes, slight and insignificant as they may now seem, had once a more powerful effect than either the Philippics of Demosthenes, or Cicero ; and contributed not a little towards the great revolution in 1688. Let us hear a contemporary writer.

"A foolish ballad was made at that time, treating the Papists, and chiefly the Irish, in a very ridiculous manner, which had a burden said to be Irish words, 'Lero, lero, lilliburlero,' that made an impression on the [king's] army, that cannot be imagined by those that saw it not. The whole army, and at last the people, both in city and country, were singing it perpetually. And perhaps never had so slight a thing so great an effect."-Burnet.

It was written, or at least republished, on the Earl of Tyrconnel's going a second time to Ireland in October 1688. Perhaps it is unnecessary to mention, that General Richard Talbot, newly created Earl of Tyrconnel, had been nominated by King James II. to the lieutenancy of Ireland in 1686, on account of his being a furious papist, who had recommended himself to his bigoted master by his arbitrary treatment of the Protestants in the preceding year, when only lieutenant-general, and whose subsequent conduct fully justified his expectations and their fears. The violence of his administration may be seen in any of the histories of those times: particularly in Bishop King's "State of the Protestants in Ireland," 1691, 4to.

Lilliburlero and Bullen-a-lah are said to have been the words of distinction used among the Irish Papists in their massacre of the Protestants in 1641.

Ho! broder Teague, dost hear de decree?

Lilli burlero, bullen a-la.

Dat we shall have a new deputie,

Lilli burlero, bullen a-la.

Lero lero, lilli burlero, lero lero, bullen a-la, 5
Lero lero, lilli burlero, lero lero, bullen a-la.

Ho! by shaint Tyburn, it is de Talbote:

Lilli, &c.

And he will cut all de English troate.

Lilli, &c.

Dough by my shoul de English do praat,

Lilli, &c.

De law's on dare side, and Creish knows what.
Lilli, &c.

But if dispence do come from de pope,

Lilli, &c.

We'll hang Magna Charta and dem in a rope.
Lilli, &c.

For de good Talbot is made a lord,

Lilli, &c.

And with brave lads is coming aboard:

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Lilli, &c.

Ver. 7, Ho by my shoul. al. ed.

Who all in France have taken a sware,

Lilli, &c.

Dat dey will have no protestant heir.
Lilli, &c.

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Ara! but why does he stay behind?

Lilli, &c.

Ho! by my shoul 'tis a protestant wind.
Lilli, &c.

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But see de Tyrconnel is now come ashore,
Lilli, &c.

And we shall have commissions gillore.

Lilli, &c.

And he dat will not go to de mass,

Lilli, &c.

Shall be turn out, and look like an ass.

Lilli, &c.

Now, now de hereticks all go down,

Lilli, &c.

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By Chrish and shaint Patrick, de nation's our own.

Lilli, &c.

Dare was an old prophesy found in a bog,

Lilli, &c.

V. 43. What follows is not in some copies.

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