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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... smiling . 301 The vigil of the Shan van Vocht . 7 The wearing of the green ... 53 The wearing of the green . 145 The wedding of Ballyporeen . 293 The whistling thief . 76 The white Cockade ... 81 The widow's message to her son 21 The ...
... smiling . 301 The vigil of the Shan van Vocht . 7 The wearing of the green ... 53 The wearing of the green . 145 The wedding of Ballyporeen . 293 The whistling thief . 76 The white Cockade ... 81 The widow's message to her son 21 The ...
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... smile , And with dew from his eye often wet it . It thrives through the bog , through the brake , through the mireland : And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland . The sweet little shamrock , the dear little shamrock , The ...
... smile , And with dew from his eye often wet it . It thrives through the bog , through the brake , through the mireland : And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland . The sweet little shamrock , the dear little shamrock , The ...
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... smile , I won the pride of Galway ; For twenty years , ' mid hopes and fears , With her I've faithful tarried ; Her heart to - night is young and light , As when we first were married . I have a son , a gallant boy , Unstained by spot ...
... smile , I won the pride of Galway ; For twenty years , ' mid hopes and fears , With her I've faithful tarried ; Her heart to - night is young and light , As when we first were married . I have a son , a gallant boy , Unstained by spot ...
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... smiles ! And deep the zeal their true hearts feel When low they kneel and pray . Oh , dear Old Ireland ! Blest Old Ireland ! Ireland , boys , Hurra ! But deep in Canadian woods we've met , And we never may see again The dear old isle ...
... smiles ! And deep the zeal their true hearts feel When low they kneel and pray . Oh , dear Old Ireland ! Blest Old Ireland ! Ireland , boys , Hurra ! But deep in Canadian woods we've met , And we never may see again The dear old isle ...
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... smile , Her breeze around me blows : Now , never more my cheek be wet ; Nor sigh , nor altered mien , Tell the dark tyrant I regret The Wearing of the Green . Sweet land ! my parents loved you well ; They sleep within your breast ; With ...
... smile , Her breeze around me blows : Now , never more my cheek be wet ; Nor sigh , nor altered mien , Tell the dark tyrant I regret The Wearing of the Green . Sweet land ! my parents loved you well ; They sleep within your breast ; With ...
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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...