"And every sordid, base alloy, / Let's from our bosoms move; / For was our gold but Irish brass, / Good humour's stamp can make it pass"
— O'Keeffe, John (1747-1833)
Author
Place of Publication
Dublin
Publisher
Printed by John Whitworth
Date
1797
Metaphor
"And every sordid, base alloy, / Let's from our bosoms move; / For was our gold but Irish brass, / Good humour's stamp can make it pass"
Metaphor in Context
FINALE.
FRANK
Hence, care and strife! nor damp our joy,
Come friendship, mirth and love,
And every sordid, base alloy,
Let's from our bosoms move;
For was our gold but Irish brass,
Good humour's stamp can make it pass;
With a fa, la, la, &c.
FELIX.
To London town our Irish wags,
A fortune hunting run,
And then with heaps of shining bags,
Their paltry souls are won.
HELEN AND ROSA
If Love could e'er unite with gain,
Here, lads, come find our golden vein.
With a fa, la, la, &c.
BILLY.
I've learnt the letters in my book,
By post you've letters sent,
But 'till of late, you're such a rook,
You know not what they meant.
SULL.
All letters nonsense are to me,
But letters call'd G, O, L, D.
With a fa, la, la, &c.
CHORUS
Hence, care and strife! &c.
FRANK
Hence, care and strife! nor damp our joy,
Come friendship, mirth and love,
And every sordid, base alloy,
Let's from our bosoms move;
For was our gold but Irish brass,
Good humour's stamp can make it pass;
With a fa, la, la, &c.
FELIX.
To London town our Irish wags,
A fortune hunting run,
And then with heaps of shining bags,
Their paltry souls are won.
HELEN AND ROSA
If Love could e'er unite with gain,
Here, lads, come find our golden vein.
With a fa, la, la, &c.
BILLY.
I've learnt the letters in my book,
By post you've letters sent,
But 'till of late, you're such a rook,
You know not what they meant.
SULL.
All letters nonsense are to me,
But letters call'd G, O, L, D.
With a fa, la, la, &c.
CHORUS
Hence, care and strife! &c.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "soul" and "alloy" in HDIS (Drama)
Citation
First performed on April 13, 1796. Only 1 entry in ESTC (1797).
The Wicklow Mountains; or the Lad of The Hills, a Comic Opera, in Two Acts. Written by O'Keefe (Dublin: Printed by John Whitworth, 1797). <Link to ESTC>
The Wicklow Mountains; or the Lad of The Hills, a Comic Opera, in Two Acts. Written by O'Keefe (Dublin: Printed by John Whitworth, 1797). <Link to ESTC>
Date of Entry
05/25/2005
