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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... night , Thought the Shan van Vocht ; " T is a glorious moonlight night , Said the Shan van Vocht : So ' t were best to take a stroll , Where the foaming billows roll , In soft murmurs to my soul , Said the Shan van Vocht . So she went ...
... night , Thought the Shan van Vocht ; " T is a glorious moonlight night , Said the Shan van Vocht : So ' t were best to take a stroll , Where the foaming billows roll , In soft murmurs to my soul , Said the Shan van Vocht . So she went ...
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... night Grieved the Shan van Vocht , While moon and sea shone bright On the Shan van Vocht ; Till at length , at break of day , She knelt her down to pray , Then homeward took her way , Did the Shan van Vocht . What thoughts the dawn ...
... night Grieved the Shan van Vocht , While moon and sea shone bright On the Shan van Vocht ; Till at length , at break of day , She knelt her down to pray , Then homeward took her way , Did the Shan van Vocht . What thoughts the dawn ...
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... night , And in the morning early , He called me up to hear him play " The wind that shakes the barley , " And then he stroked my flaxen hair , And cried- " God mark my deary , " And how I wept when he said " fare- well , And think of ...
... night , And in the morning early , He called me up to hear him play " The wind that shakes the barley , " And then he stroked my flaxen hair , And cried- " God mark my deary , " And how I wept when he said " fare- well , And think of ...
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... pro nounced by the mere English reader as " collyeen dass crootia na mo " — it signifies , " The pretty girl of the milking of cows , " or the pretty milkmaid . " At last , o'er thy long night , dear THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 25.
... pro nounced by the mere English reader as " collyeen dass crootia na mo " — it signifies , " The pretty girl of the milking of cows , " or the pretty milkmaid . " At last , o'er thy long night , dear THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 25.
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... night , dear Erin ! Dawns the Sun of thy Freedom , " sang she ; " But thy mountaineers still are despair- ing- Ah , he who mid bondmen was free , Ah , my Diarmid , the Patriot - hearted , Who would fire them with hope for the blow , Far ...
... night , dear Erin ! Dawns the Sun of thy Freedom , " sang she ; " But thy mountaineers still are despair- ing- Ah , he who mid bondmen was free , Ah , my Diarmid , the Patriot - hearted , Who would fire them with hope for the blow , Far ...
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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...