... -OW -^J&^r BlMBLWiriC 'Ns kV ryi-t X l*fi IRISH AIR THE BLACKBERRY BLOSSOM. When I was but a weesliy boy, My mother's pride, my father's joy, My hands and mouth had full employ When blackberries were ripe. And oft my mammy she would squeeze The thorns ...

... A Fair Enthusiast. She dotes on going mushrooming In meadows when the morn is grey, Or nutting and blackberrying Upon a sunny autumn day. She dotes on kindly souls who bring For her adornment a bouquet, She dotes on betting in the ring When friends her ...

... the lanes, and actually Along the village street! I remember, I remember The lazy summer hours, And how we searched for blackberries, For sparrows' eggs, and flowers. In April called the cuckoo, In June the nightingale Thrilled thro' the month of roses ...