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Show A SONG OF C0NNAUGHT. My Owen Bawn's hair is of thread gold spun; Of gold in the shadow, of light in the sun ; All curled in a eoolun the bright tresses are. They make his head radiant with beams like a star! My Owen Bawn's mantle is long r.nd is wide. To wrap mc up ?afe from the storin by his side; And I'd rather face snowdrift and winter wind i there. Than be among daisies and sunshine elsewhere. My Owen Pawn Con is a bold fisherman, lie spears the strong salmon in tnidt of the Bann. And. rocked in the tempest on stormy Lough Xeagh. Draws up the red trout through the bursting of spray. By the Author of ''The Queen of Connaught." A PUGILIST'S LIFE. (Puck.) Chapter I. A Comer. Chapter II. A Stayer. Chapter III. A Goner. Chapter IV. A Ilas-Bccn. |