« ПредишнаНапред »
O, meet me in the valley, Katy, dar
• ling, And our vows of love we'll pledge to
Faith, I'm smiling at your fears, Katy,
That this heart, love, alone was thine 1 The sun is sweetly shining,
With his face so clear and bright, O, come to your lover, Katy, darling,
Ere the morning change into night.
THE BOYS OF KILKENNY.
O, the boys of Kilkenny, are brave rov
ing blades, And if ever they meet with the nice
little maids, They'll kiss them, and coax them, and
spend their money free, And of all towns in Ireland, Kilkenny
And of all towns, etc.
In the town of Kilkenny there runs a
clear stream, In the town of Kilkenny there dwells a
pretty dame; Her cheeks are like roses,
her lips much
Like a dish of fresh strawberries smothered in cream.
Fal de ral, etc. Her eyes are as black as Kilkenny's large
coal, Which through my poor bosom bave
burned a big bole ; Her mind, like its rivers, is mild, clear
But her heart is more hard than its marble, I'm sure.
Fal de ral, etc. Kilkenny's a pretty town, and shines
where it stands, And the more I think on it, the more
my heart warms ; For if I was in Kilkenny, I'd think my
self at home, For its there I'd get sweethearts, but bere I get none.
Fal de ral, etc.
COLLEEN DHAS CRUTHIN A MOE. The beam on the streamlet was playing,
The dewdrop still hung on the thorn, When a blooming young couple wa
straying, To taste the mild fragrance of morn. He sighed as he breathed forth his ditty,
And she felt her breast softly to grow ; 0, look on your lover with pity,
Ma Colleen dhas Cruthin Amoe. Whilst green is yon bank's mossy pillow,
Or evening shall weep the soft tear, Or the streamlet shall steal 'neath the
willow, So long shall thy image be dear. O, fly to these arms for protection,
If pierced by the arrow of woe, Then smile on my tender affection,
Ma Colleen dbas Cruthin Amoe. She sighed as his ditty was ended,
Her heart was too full to reply ; O, joy and compassion was blended,
To light the inild beam of my eye. He kissed her soft hand : what above thee,
Could heaven, in its bounty, bestow ? He kissed her soft cheek : 0, I love thee,
Ma Colleen dhas Cruthin Amoe.
0, ERIN, MY COUNTRY! MY HEART
BEATS FOR THEE. 0, Erin, my country I though strangers
may roam The hills and the valleys I once called
my own, Thy lakes and thy mountains no longer
Yet warmly as ever my heart beats for
thee. Though years have rolled over since last
time we met, Yet lived I a thousand I could not for
get The true hearts that loved me, the bright
eyes that shone Like stars in the heavens, of days that are gone.
O cushlamachree, etc. Dear home of my youth, I may see thee
no more ; Yet memory treasures the bright days
And my heart's latest wish, the last sigh
of my breast, Shall be given to thee, dearest land of the west.
O cushlamachree, etc.
THE BLACKBIRD. UPON a fair morning for soft recreation,
I heard a fair lady making great moan, With sighing, and sobbing, and sad
Reflection doth grieve me,
Yet if death it should blind me,
As true love inclines me, My blackbird I'll seek out wherever
he be. Once in fair England my blackbird did
flourish; He was the chief flower that in it did
spring, Prime ladies of honor his person did
nourish, Because that he was the true son of a