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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... waves saying . Willie . we have missed you .... Will ye no come back again .... Within a mile of Edinburgh town ... Would I were a boy again .. 197 177 108 184 198 .. 252 246 150 THE EMERALD SONGSTER . THE VIGIL OF THE SHAN VAN vi ...
... waves saying . Willie . we have missed you .... Will ye no come back again .... Within a mile of Edinburgh town ... Would I were a boy again .. 197 177 108 184 198 .. 252 246 150 THE EMERALD SONGSTER . THE VIGIL OF THE SHAN VAN vi ...
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... waves they sang their psalm , The west wind brought its balm ; But nought the grief could calm Of the Shan van Vocht ' And thus the live - long night Grieved the Shan van Vocht , While moon and sea shone bright On the Shan van Vocht ...
... waves they sang their psalm , The west wind brought its balm ; But nought the grief could calm Of the Shan van Vocht ' And thus the live - long night Grieved the Shan van Vocht , While moon and sea shone bright On the Shan van Vocht ...
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... wave , wave your banners green— Let all your pennons flutter , O , Beech ! before my queen ! * Colleen Don , a " brown ( haired ) girl . " Ye fleet and honeyed breezes , to kiss her hand THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 17.
... wave , wave your banners green— Let all your pennons flutter , O , Beech ! before my queen ! * Colleen Don , a " brown ( haired ) girl . " Ye fleet and honeyed breezes , to kiss her hand THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 17.
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... Waves proudly in the blast , And they've nailed it to the mast ; Long threat'ning comes at last , Says the Shan Van Vocht . ' T was well O'Connell said- Says the Shan Van Vocht- " My land when I am dead " . Says the Shan Van Vocht , " A ...
... Waves proudly in the blast , And they've nailed it to the mast ; Long threat'ning comes at last , Says the Shan Van Vocht . ' T was well O'Connell said- Says the Shan Van Vocht- " My land when I am dead " . Says the Shan Van Vocht , " A ...
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... 'er the ocean's swelling wave , And the friends in holy Ireland even dear . " God save Ireland ! " said they proudly ; " God save Ireland ! " said they all " Whether on the scaffold high " Or the battle THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 31.
... 'er the ocean's swelling wave , And the friends in holy Ireland even dear . " God save Ireland ! " said they proudly ; " God save Ireland ! " said they all " Whether on the scaffold high " Or the battle THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 31.
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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...