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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... look dim before my failing sight . For all that , tell him ' t was myself that spun The shirts you bring , and stitched them every one . " Give him my blessing , morning , noon , and night , Tell him my prayers are offered for his good ...
... look dim before my failing sight . For all that , tell him ' t was myself that spun The shirts you bring , and stitched them every one . " Give him my blessing , morning , noon , and night , Tell him my prayers are offered for his good ...
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... look'd as if in a rose's Red bosom a snow - flake gleamed fair , As her tones down the green dell went ringing , The list'uing thrush mimicked them low , And the brooklet harped soft to the singing Of COLLEEN DA'S CROOTIA NA MO . " An ...
... look'd as if in a rose's Red bosom a snow - flake gleamed fair , As her tones down the green dell went ringing , The list'uing thrush mimicked them low , And the brooklet harped soft to the singing Of COLLEEN DA'S CROOTIA NA MO . " An ...
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... look is given-- The earth is smooth above thy breast , And mine is yet unriven ! No mass - no parting rosary— My perished love can have ; But her husband's sighs embalm the corse , A husband's tears her grave . THE WHITE COCKADE . J. J. ...
... look is given-- The earth is smooth above thy breast , And mine is yet unriven ! No mass - no parting rosary— My perished love can have ; But her husband's sighs embalm the corse , A husband's tears her grave . THE WHITE COCKADE . J. J. ...
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... looks half afraid , Yet loses no word that her lover can say , What is it she hears but the blar- ney ? O , a perilous thing is this blarney ! To all that he tells her she gives no reply , Or murmurs and whispers so gentle and low ; And ...
... looks half afraid , Yet loses no word that her lover can say , What is it she hears but the blar- ney ? O , a perilous thing is this blarney ! To all that he tells her she gives no reply , Or murmurs and whispers so gentle and low ; And ...
Стр. 137
... look with lover's eyes , On home , sweet home , There , where vows are truly plighted , There , where hearts are so united , All the world beside I've slighted , For home , sweet home . NORA O'NEAL . On ! I'm lonely to - night THE ...
... look with lover's eyes , On home , sweet home , There , where vows are truly plighted , There , where hearts are so united , All the world beside I've slighted , For home , sweet home . NORA O'NEAL . On ! I'm lonely to - night THE ...
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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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Стр. 15 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — Oh, my daughter!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...