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MY MOLLI ANNI.
Answer.
Whereas we've rescued you, Ingrate,
From handcuff, horror, and from hate,
From hell, from horse-pond, and from halter.
And consecrated you in altar;
And placed you where you ne'er should be,
In honour, and in honesty;
We deem your prayer a rude intrusion,
And will not mend our elocution.
From handcuff, horror, and from hate,
From hell, from horse-pond, and from halter.
And consecrated you in altar;
And placed you where you ne'er should be,
In honour, and in honesty;
We deem your prayer a rude intrusion,
And will not mend our elocution.
My Molli Anni.
An Irish Ballad.
O pateo tulis aras cale fel O,
Hebetis vivis id, an sed, "Aio puer vello!"
Vittis nox certias in erebo de nota olim,—
A mite grato sinimus tonitus ovem:
"Præ sacer, do tellus, hausit," sese,
"Mi Molle anni cano te ver ægre?"
Ure Molle anu cano te ver ægre;
Vere truso aio puellis tento me;
Thrasonis piano "cum Hymen (heu sedit),
Diutius toga thyrsa," Hymen edidit.
Sentior mari aget O more nantis alter id alas!
Alludo isto terete uro dari spousas anas.
"O pater hic, heu vix en," ses Molli, and vi?
Heu itera vere grates troche in heri.
Ah Moliere arte fere procaciter intuitis;
Vos me! for de parte da vas ure arbuteis.
Thus thrasonis planas vel huma se,
Vi ure Molle anu cano te ver ægre.
Betœ Molle indulgent an suetas agile—
Pares pector sex, uno vimen ars ille;
"Quietat ure servis Jam," sato heras heu pater,
"Audio do missus Molle, an vatis thema ter?"
Ara mi honestatis, vetabit, diuse,—
O mare, mi dare, cum specto me:
Ago in a voc œstuare, vel uno more illic
O mare, mi dare, cum pacto ure pater hic."
Beavi ad visu civile, an socia luse,
Ure Molle an huma fore ver ægre.
Hebetis vivis id, an sed, "Aio puer vello!"
Vittis nox certias in erebo de nota olim,—
A mite grato sinimus tonitus ovem:
"Præ sacer, do tellus, hausit," sese,
"Mi Molle anni cano te ver ægre?"
Ure Molle anu cano te ver ægre;
Vere truso aio puellis tento me;
Thrasonis piano "cum Hymen (heu sedit),
Diutius toga thyrsa," Hymen edidit.
Sentior mari aget O more nantis alter id alas!
Alludo isto terete uro dari spousas anas.
"O pater hic, heu vix en," ses Molli, and vi?
Heu itera vere grates troche in heri.
Ah Moliere arte fere procaciter intuitis;
Vos me! for de parte da vas ure arbuteis.
Thus thrasonis planas vel huma se,
Vi ure Molle anu cano te ver ægre.
Betœ Molle indulgent an suetas agile—
Pares pector sex, uno vimen ars ille;
"Quietat ure servis Jam," sato heras heu pater,
"Audio do missus Molle, an vatis thema ter?"
Ara mi honestatis, vetabit, diuse,—
O mare, mi dare, cum specto me:
Ago in a voc œstuare, vel uno more illic
O mare, mi dare, cum pacto ure pater hic."
Beavi ad visu civile, an socia luse,
Ure Molle an huma fore ver ægre.