Hush thy vain sighs... In the days when we went gipsying.. I see them on their winding way.. Molly Bawn.. Molly Carew... ...... Kathleen O'More....................................... Let us haste to Kelvin Grove.. List thee, dear lady........................ Love's young dream....... March to the battle field.. Marseilles hymn.. Mary Blain... Meet me by moonlight alone.. Meet me by moonlight... Mickey Free's lament. Minstrel's return from the war. My boat is on the shore.. My heart's in old Ireland.. My luve's like a red, red rose.. O! sing to me.. Our way across the mountains, ho!. Paddy Macsbane.. 209 119 237 70 148 164 18 223 225 196 150 227 31 12 238 135 112 Remember the glories.... Rich and rare were the gems. 45 40 208 229 262 47 86 38 201 89 44 29 56 30 113 244 171 21 167 Oh! had we some bright little Isle of our own... 166 Oh! 'tis wine.... 155 109 191 203 240 132 110 118: 36 We have lived and loved together. We'll meet the French in the morning.. We may roam through this world.. 138 O'CONNOR'S CHILD OH! once the harp of Innisfail Of more prevailing sadness. Sad was the note, and wild its fall, |