Songs of Ireland and Other Lands: Being a Collection of the Most Popular Irish, Sentimental and Comic SongsD. & J. Sadlier & Company, 1847 |
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... lover can say , And speak out the words he now whis- pers to me , My Aileen Mavourneen , acushlamachree . DERMOT ASTHORE . O , DERMOT ASTHORE , between waking and sleeping , I heard tay dear voice and wept to its lay , Every pulse of my ...
... lover can say , And speak out the words he now whis- pers to me , My Aileen Mavourneen , acushlamachree . DERMOT ASTHORE . O , DERMOT ASTHORE , between waking and sleeping , I heard tay dear voice and wept to its lay , Every pulse of my ...
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... LOVER . AIR- " Kate Kearney . " OH ! did you ne'er hear of the Blarney That's found near the banks of Killar- ney ? Believe it from me , No girl's heart is free , Once she hears the sweet sound of the Blarney . The Blarney's so great a ...
... LOVER . AIR- " Kate Kearney . " OH ! did you ne'er hear of the Blarney That's found near the banks of Killar- ney ? Believe it from me , No girl's heart is free , Once she hears the sweet sound of the Blarney . The Blarney's so great a ...
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... LOVER . A MOTHER came when the stars were paling , Wailing round a lonely spring ; Thus she cried while tears were falling , Calling on the fairy King : " Why with spells my child caressing , Courting him with fairy joy ; Why destroy a ...
... LOVER . A MOTHER came when the stars were paling , Wailing round a lonely spring ; Thus she cried while tears were falling , Calling on the fairy King : " Why with spells my child caressing , Courting him with fairy joy ; Why destroy a ...
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... LOVER . VOURNEEN , when your days were bright , Never an eye did I care to lift to you , But , now , in your fortune's blight , False ones are flying in sunshine that knew you . But still on one welcome true rely , Tho ' the crops may ...
... LOVER . VOURNEEN , when your days were bright , Never an eye did I care to lift to you , But , now , in your fortune's blight , False ones are flying in sunshine that knew you . But still on one welcome true rely , Tho ' the crops may ...
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... LOVER . Mother . Now , what are you crying for , Nelly ? Don't be blubberin ' there like a fool ! With the weight o ' the grief , ' faith I tell you , You'll break down the three - legged stool . I suppose , now , you're crying for Bar ...
... LOVER . Mother . Now , what are you crying for , Nelly ? Don't be blubberin ' there like a fool ! With the weight o ' the grief , ' faith I tell you , You'll break down the three - legged stool . I suppose , now , you're crying for Bar ...
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Annie Lisle Ballyporeen Barney O'Hea beautiful Ben Bolt bird blarney bless blooming bonnie boys brave bride bright Charlie charming cheer Colleen Bawn colleen dhas cruthin Constantinople cottage cruthin darling dream Dublin lasses e'er Erin Erin's eyes fair farewell Fermoy flowers friends Garnavilla GEORGE LINLEY girl God save Ireland gone green happy heart Highland hills hone Isle jaunting car Johnny Sands Kate Kathleen kiss Lady land lassie live lonely love thee lover maid maiden Malone Mary Mary Astore mavourneen merry minstrel boy Molly dear morning mother mountains ne'er never night Norah o'er Old Ireland Ould poor ral lal river Lee roam round SAMUEL LOVER shamrock Shan van Vocht shining shore shuile sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow star sure sweet tears tell there's thine thou thousand a-year true Twas voice wave wear weep wild young
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Страница 15 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — Oh, my daughter!
Страница 8 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Страница 9 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Страница 112 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him follow me!
Страница 8 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Страница 51 - He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him ; Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him.
Страница 54 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Страница 160 - ... flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet hours, .Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh...
Страница 14 - The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Страница 54 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...