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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... there's none but me Enough to say 86 To welcome Caoch O'Leary . " Vo , vo , vo ! " the old man cried , And wrung his ... there he sleeps his last sweet sleep- God rest you ! Caoch O'Leary . MO CAILIN DONN . GEORGE SIGERSON . ( May , 16 ...
... there's none but me Enough to say 86 To welcome Caoch O'Leary . " Vo , vo , vo ! " the old man cried , And wrung his ... there he sleeps his last sweet sleep- God rest you ! Caoch O'Leary . MO CAILIN DONN . GEORGE SIGERSON . ( May , 16 ...
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... There's not the like of Barney . Thank God , I have another child , Like Eily , lithe and slender ; She clasps my knee , and kisses me - With love so true and tender . Though oft will THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 27 Afton waters 180 A ...
... There's not the like of Barney . Thank God , I have another child , Like Eily , lithe and slender ; She clasps my knee , and kisses me - With love so true and tender . Though oft will THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 27 Afton waters 180 A ...
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... There's not a man in squadron here , Was ever known to flinch or fear ; Though first in charge and last in rear Have ever been Lord Clare's Dra- goons . But see , we'll soon have work to do , To shame our boasts , or prove them true ...
... There's not a man in squadron here , Was ever known to flinch or fear ; Though first in charge and last in rear Have ever been Lord Clare's Dra- goons . But see , we'll soon have work to do , To shame our boasts , or prove them true ...
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... few our father sends ! And you were all I had , Mary , My blessing and my pride ; There's nothing left to care for now , Since my poor Mary died ! I'm bidding you a long farewell , My Mary , THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 57.
... few our father sends ! And you were all I had , Mary , My blessing and my pride ; There's nothing left to care for now , Since my poor Mary died ! I'm bidding you a long farewell , My Mary , THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 57.
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... there's bread and work for all , And the sun shines always there ; But I'll not forget old Ireland , Were it fifty times as fair ! THE BLARNEY . SAMUEL LOVER . AIR- " Kate Kearney . " OH ! did you ne'er hear of the Blarney That's found ...
... there's bread and work for all , And the sun shines always there ; But I'll not forget old Ireland , Were it fifty times as fair ! THE BLARNEY . SAMUEL LOVER . AIR- " Kate Kearney . " OH ! did you ne'er hear of the Blarney That's found ...
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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
Popular passages
Page 15 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — Oh, my daughter!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...