I.
MY Chaarjyn gheyr as ghraihagh,
Ayns shoh jiu er veeitteil;
My sailliu shaghney peccah,
Fo mraane nagh jin-jee reill,
Ta’n reill oc feer neu-chairagh,
Ta’n Ostyl Phaul dy ghra,
Tra haink yn Noid’sy gharey
She’n yen s’leaïe gheill hug da.
II.
She ish va’n voir am ooilley,
Son v’ee da Adam ben,
Ny-yeih she ee ren coayl yn vaynrys
J’ee hene as da e chloan,
She ish chaill yn vaynrys,
Tra vrish ee sarey Yee,
Tra ghow ee coyrle yn noid vroghe
She shen ren molley ee.
III.
O ! Ooilley shiuish ohioan gheiney,
Ta foast er-mayrn s’ytheihll
Ny cur shin saynt da aalid
Yn yen sbwa sbooIee agh ren rieau shooyll
Agh smooinnee shuish er David
As neesht er Solomon
Thys va’dsyn cleaynit lioroo
Ny deiney creeney v’ayn.
IV.
Ta shoh sampleyr diuish aegid,
Gow shiuish kiarail ayns traa
Nagh bee-jee miolit lioroo
Nagh myr t’an Scriptyr gra
My ren shin rieau agh lhaih jeli
Mychione yn dooinney aeg,
Va shooyl dy feer almoragh,
Tra veeit eli ben ‘sy traid.
V
As lesh e chengey veeley
She ‘n scoolag violee maree
hart myr yn voddey oaldey
Yn vannan shooyll ny-yeih,
Ny myr yn chretoor valloo
Yn butchoor shooyll ny chione,
Ragh jeeragh gys yn traartys
My veg kys da ore hon.
VI.
O shimmey dooinney creeney
T’er hurrause liorish mraane,
My lhaih shin rieau j’eh Joseph,
Q uoi hug et ayns pryssoon
She olkys e ven-ainshtyr
DreIll eh fo bottyn-yiarn,
Myr scairagh ve’h dy yannoo
Ayns feanish Yee as Tharn.
VII.
Dy smooinagh shiuish er Samson,
As, cooinagh reesht er Yob,
Cren olkys v’ayiis ny mraane uc
Er-chee dy violagh ad.
Ny geayll shin rieau j’eh Naboth,
Thys hooar eh baase cha dewill,
She kyndagh rish ben Ahab,
She ish va Yezabel.
VIII.
She ish ghow spooilley Naboth
As stroie ee phadeyryn Yee
My cheayll shiu rieau jehn ‘vaase eck
She moddee ren ee y ee
As myrgeddin Athaliah
Yn olkys eck va dewill,
Tra stroie ee pobble Yudah
As ghow ee hene yn reill.
IX.
O Quoi oo hene my leharrey
Veagh cleaynit liorish mraane,
Ta’d soyllit ayns yn Scriptyr
Ny smessey ny’n lion.
Ta’d soyllit dys y lion,
As dys yn dragon neesht,
As jeh’n olkys oc ny-sodjey,
Ta nearey orrym ginsh.
X.
Ny-yeih te ayns y Scriptyr
Thiongoyrt rish dagh unnane.
My ren shin rieau agh lhaih jeh,
Cre’n olkys ren rieau mraane.
Ta’n olkys oc dou trimshey
Dy sinooinagh er Noo Ean,
Dy row lheid y dooinney vannee
Rieau tilgit ayns pryssoon.
XI.
O smooinnee-jee, My Chaarjyn
Er dooinney-vannee Yee,
Thys hooar ben-aeg son daunsyn
E yeearree voish yn Ree
Ean-Bashtey va yn dooinney
My cheayll shiu rieau jeh e vaase
She e chione hooar ee son daunsyn
Nagh bollagh v’ee dyn grayse.
XII.
Cha birrys da Mac Sirach
Ye loayrt nyu oi cha dewill,
Dy re drogh yen my vessey
Ye’h dagh cretoor sy theihll
Ta’n olkys oc reesht soyllit
Ny smessey na dagh nhee,
Ta shen erskyn ny princesyn
Ta kerragh drogh-yantee.
XIII.
Nagh streih’n stayd, My Chaarjyn,
Dagh creestee er yn oor,
Dy beagh nyn yamioo soyllit,
Ny smessey na’n chretoor.
Son t’eshin as ny princesyn
Heese dooint ayns ooig dy aile,
As adsyn ver rish peccah,
Heese marish nee ad reill.
XIV.
She marish Ben as Tubal
As Meshech as Elam,
As maroo neesht ta Dives,
Ayns sheshaght rish drogh-vraane
As maroo hig oo my charrey,
As yn tutler vroghe ta shooyll,
My ver oo raad da peccah,
Roo shoh chendaa dty chooyll.
XV.
As jeeagh dy geir ‘sy Scriptyr.
Dy chooilley oor yiow traa,
Cre’n kerragh ta cour peccee,
Ayns niuvin heese dy braa,
Ayns niurin heese ayns torchagh,
Ayns aile nee oo geam dy geir,
Gra s’treih yn laa haink orrym
Tra reih mee yn laue chiane.
XVI.
Gra shoh va slane my haitnys,
Tra ghow mee eh son reih,
Ayns fidleyryn as caartyn,
Ayns feeyn as bwoalley sleih,
Ayns streepee-ys as daunsyn
Va my haitnys ole as laa,
As fark cre’n jerrey haink orrym,
Tra ren y Chiarn rhym gra.
XVII.
Nee shoh’n breearrey ron oo
Tra vow er dty ghaa ghlioon
Vow gee my dl myr arran,
As gin my nill myr feeyn,
Vow gialdyn neesht ye booisal
As bishaghey ayns grayse,
Agh sleaIe ren oo jarrood moe
As geiyrt er raad Yuaase.
XVIII.
Ny-yeih ayns slane dty hurrause
Te ooilley ‘n foil ayd hone
Son va me ish dy kingagh sarsy oo
Veih peccah as drogh Vraane,
Myr to baghtal ayns y Scriptyr
Thiongoyrt rish cloan sheelnaue
Dy re drogh-Ven by-vessey
Ye’h dagh cretoor ta snaave.
XIX.
Cre’n sorch dy vraane, My Chaarjyn,
O lhisagh shiuish y ye,
Ta geaishtagh rish ny goan shoh
Mysh olkys mraane ore to.
Ny-yeih crc va nyn olkys
Cha row myr shen agh paart,
Son she jeh Ben v’eh ruggit,
Yn charrey ghow nyn baart.
XX.
She ish va’n moirrey vannee
As neesht moirroy malaine
As Deborah ayns kiartys
Ron bleeantyn reffi yn rheam
As ymmodee mraane olley,
Dy baghtal ta’n scriptyr gra,
Ron leoideil boa cha cairagh
As for ron rioau chyndaa.
XXI.
Son to co-laik, My Chaarjyn,
Da dooinnoy ny da ben,
My noo ad troiggeill peccah,
As geiyrt or Creest nyn yiarn.
As goiyrt or losh nyn aignoy,
Dagh Croestee moon yiow ayrn
Jeh miljid Ainloyn flaunys,
Trooid fuill ghoyr Creest nyn yiarn.
XXII.
She trooid O nih, My Chaarjyn,
She eshyn hig nyu whaail
As marish sheshaght dy ainloyn,
Ayns bingys as ayns kiaull,
Gra gloyr hoods er yn Yrjid,
As or y thalloo shoe,
As aignoy mie gys deinoy,
Dy kinjagh inyr shen guoo.
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COME all ye sons of mortals,
And to my words give oar,
Would ye avoid transgressing,
Of women’s rule beware ; 1
Their rule is fraught with danger,
As plainly may appear,
E’on in fair Eden’s garden t
She was the first to err.
II
Thus from the days of Adam
Her mischief you may trace,
And how she brought destruction
On all the human race.
There our deluded Mother,
As you may call to mind,
By hearkening to the Serpent
Did ruin all mankind.
III.
This truly sounds alarming
To all the sons of time,
For women still are women
Through every ago and clime;
Even Solomon ~ and David, §
Those saints of former days,
Were led astray by women,
Though wisest of our race.
IV.
This to the young speaks volumes,
To floe the tempter’s smile,
The gross and foul seduction
Of all that would beguile.
Read in the Book of Proverbs,*
The woman in the street,
Who happens in her rambles
The thoughtless youth to meet.
V.
By her deceitful speeches
The stripling she o’ercamo,
And off to swift destruction
The wolf did take the lamb,
Led as the brute creation
To slaughter or the snare,
Unmindful of the danger,
That death is dealing there.
VI.
Lo ! men, the most praiseworthy,
Have suffer’d ‘neath their blast.
Have you not read of Joseph ? ~
Upright from first to last,
The vengeance of a woman
Caused him with grief to smart;
The pangs of iron fetters
Did pierce him to the heart.
VII.
To speak of Job and Samson, §
Still women in their day
Were urg’d by Satan’s power
To draw their feet astray.
With pain we read of Naboth ~
How awfully he fell,
Caused by the wife of Ahab,
The infamous Jezabel.
VIII.
‘Twas she who spoil’d poor Naboth;
God’s prophets she had slain,
But vengeance overtook her,
And dogs ate up the quoen.~
See also Athaliah, ~
That base usurping queen,
Who shod the blood of princes
And inoffonding men.
IX.
Who could be fool’d by women,
Who look at what they’ve done ;
The Scriptures do compare them
To lions, and so on.
Compar’d unto the lion §
And dragons ~j in their cell,
Of their misconduct further
We really blush to telL
X.
But still ‘tis found in Scripture,
Before the sons of men,
If you be pleased to read it,
How cruel they have been.
Their conduct how it grieves me
To think upon St. John,
That o’en our Lord’s forerunner
Was into prison thrown.
XI.
O think of this, my brethren,
This holy man of God,
Though closely barr’d in prison,
They thirsted for his blood;
The blessed John * the Baptist
They longed to see him dead;
A graceless wench for dancing,
In pay received his head.
XII.
Well might the son ~ of Sirach
On tracing women’s ways,
Defy the whole creation
To furnish such a race.
Must they the whole creation
In cruelty excel,
Exceed tormentors’ furies,
And fiends of nether hell.
XIII.
Astounding news, my brethren,
We scarcely ever knew,
If women the arch-rebel
In mischief can outdo.
But he with all his princes
Are doom’d to endless woe
All unconverted sinners
The same must undergo.
XIV.
With Meshech, Ben, and Tubal,*
And Elam’s mighty host,
Whore Dives and naughty women
Must rank among the lost.
And we’ll go, my brethren,
If we in sin remain,
Where lying tongues and slanderers
Endure eternal pain.
XV.
O think of these poor wretches
For over doom’d to dwell,
Clos’d down below the hatches
Of an eternal hell.
Think of eternal weeping
And gnashing, what it is,
And look before you leap in
To such a hell as this.
XVI.
Wore you baptised a Christian,
To own your Saviour’s cause,
And without fear or flinching
To fight beneath his cross?
But will you fight against him,
And floe from Jesus’ fold,
And thus bring death eternal
On your immortal soul?
XVII.
If you’ll despise the danger,
And rush to endless pain,
When conscience will accuse you,
You will have none to blame,
But rue through endless ages
That over you were born,
And o’er a day of pleasure
Eternally to mourn.
XVIII.
Now God is nigh to save you,
If you’ll implore his grace,
From death, from sin, and Satan,
And women’s evil ways.
‘Tis plainly seen, my brother,
Before each mortal’s eye,
That women stand unrivall’d
By aught that creep or fly.
XIX.
And now, my dearest sisters,
Can you despise these lines,
Which point so very piercingly
To women and their crimes?
But still tho’ great their evils,
‘Tis some we have to mourn,
For e’en our blest Messiah
Was of a woman born.
XX.
The conduct of the Virgin,*
Deborah, + and Malaino,
Can scarcely be surpassed
Among the sons of men.
With many more besides them,
In Scripture still held forth,
Their conduct most praiseworthy,~
The honour’d of the earth.
XXI.
Still Jesus, our Redeemer,
For every sinner slain,
Appears the common Savioiir
Of women and of men;
And all may find salvation,
And pardon Lhrough his blood,
And walk with Christ to heaven,
And walk on earth with God.
XXII.
And follow their Redeemer
With all their heart and mind,
Till women, men, and angels
Shall in one chorus join.
To God on high be glory,
Peace and good-will to men.
Repeat the pleasing story
Till Christ appears to reign.
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