Then over us spread

The winnowing sheet':
To fhow I don't flinch,
Fill the bowl up again ;
Then give us a pinch

Of your fneezing, a year t.
Good Lord, what a fight,
After all their good cheer,
For people to fight

In the midst of their beer?
They rife from their feast,
And hot are their brains,
A cubit at least

The length of their skeans |.
What ftabs and what cuts,
What clatt'ring of sticks;

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What strokes on the guts,

What baftings and kicks!

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With cudgels of oak
Well harden'd in flame
An hundred heads broke,
An hundred ftruck lame.

You churl, I'll maintain

My father built Lusk,
The caftle of Slain,

And Carrick Drumrusk:

* An Irish oath..

+ The name of an Irish woman. An Irish word for a woman.

Daggers, or fhort fwords.

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A French gentleman dining with fome company on a faft-day, called for fome bacon and eggs. The reft were very angry, and reproved him for fo hainous a fin; whereupon he wrote the following lines extempore; which are here tranflated.

WHO

In ENGLISH.

IO can believe with common sense,
A bacon-flice gives God offence,

Or how a herring hath a charm.

+It is the custom in Ireland, to call nurfes fofter-mothers, their husbands fofter-fathers, and their children fofter-brothers or ofter-fifters: and thus the poorest claim kindred to the richest.

XIII.

A baited banker thus defponds,

From his own hand forefees his fall;
They have his foul who have his bonds ;
'Tis like the writing on the wall*.
XIV.

How will the caitiff wretch be scar'd,
When first he finds himself awake

At the last trumpet, unprepar'd,
And all his grand account to make?

For in that univerfal call

XV.

Few bankers will to heaven be mounters :: They'll cry, Ye fhops upon us fall,

Conceal and cover us, ye counters:

XVI.

When other hands the feales fhall hold,
And they in men and angels fight

Produc'd with all their bills and gold,

Weigh'd in the balance, and found light.

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The DESCRIPTION of an IRISH FEAST, translated almoft literally out of, the original Irish.

Tranflated in the year 1720.

Rourk's noble fare

Will ne'er be forgot,.

By those who were there,
Or those who were not.
His revels to keep,
We fup and we dine
On seven score fheep.
Fat bullocks and fwine.
Ufquebaugh to our feaft
In pails was brought up,
• Mene mene tekel upharfin.

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In diforderly fort

From fnoring all night.
O how was I trick'd!
My pipe it was broke,
My pocket was pick`d,
I loft my new cloak.
I'm rifled, quoth Nell,
Of mantle and Kercher † :
Why then fare them well,
The de'il take the fearcher.
Come, harper, strike up;
But, first, by your favour,
Boy, give us a cup :

Ah! this has fome favour.
O Rourk's jolly boys

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