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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

Samuel Lover 1797-1868 John Bartlett

 
1
    A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping,
For her husband was far on the wild-raging sea.
          The Angel’s Whisper.
2
    Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye. 1 
          Rory O’ More.
3
    For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear. 2 
          Rory O’ More.
4
    “That ’s eight times to-day that you ’ve kissed me before.”
“Then here goes another,” says he, “to make sure,
For there ’s luck in odd numbers,” 3 says Rory O’More.
          Rory O’ More.
5
    As she sat in the low-backed car
The man at the turn-pike bar
Never asked for the toll
But just rubbed his auld poll
And looked after the low-backed car.
          The low-backed Car.
6
          Sure my love is all crost
      Like a bud in the frost
And there’s no use at all in my going to bed,
For ’t is dhrames and not slape that comes into my head!
          Molly Carew.
7
    And with my advice, faith I wish you’d take me.
          Widow Machree.
8
    Sure the shovel and tongs
To each other belongs.
          Widow Machree.
 
Note 1.
See Scott, page 482. [back]
Note 2.
See Middleton, page 172. [back]
Note 3.
See Shakespeare, page 46. [back]