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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... side , I lie awake , and no one knows The big tears that I've cried ; For a little voice , still calls me back To my far , far counthrie , And nobody can hear it spake , Oh ! nobody but me . There is a little spot of ground Behind the ...
... side , I lie awake , and no one knows The big tears that I've cried ; For a little voice , still calls me back To my far , far counthrie , And nobody can hear it spake , Oh ! nobody but me . There is a little spot of ground Behind the ...
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... side by side , On a bright May morning long ago , When first you were my bride . The corn was springing fresh and green , And the lark sang loud and high , And the red was on your lip , Mary , And the love light in your eye . The place ...
... side by side , On a bright May morning long ago , When first you were my bride . The corn was springing fresh and green , And the lark sang loud and high , And the red was on your lip , Mary , And the love light in your eye . The place ...
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... side , - I don't mean a jewel that money can buy , - But a warm - hearted creature with love in her eye ; You'll not find a beauty so beauteous as she , From Ballinacrasy to Donaghadee . Her name is O'Brien , they christened her Kate ...
... side , - I don't mean a jewel that money can buy , - But a warm - hearted creature with love in her eye ; You'll not find a beauty so beauteous as she , From Ballinacrasy to Donaghadee . Her name is O'Brien , they christened her Kate ...
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... far , And envy the chicken That Peggy is pickin ' , As she sits in the low - back'd car . Oh , I'd rather own that car , sir , With Peggy by my side , Than a coach - and - four and goold galore THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 73.
... far , And envy the chicken That Peggy is pickin ' , As she sits in the low - back'd car . Oh , I'd rather own that car , sir , With Peggy by my side , Than a coach - and - four and goold galore THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 73.
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... soon my love shall be my bride , And happy by our own fire - side , My veins shall feel the rosy tide , That lingering hope denies . Shule , shule , & c . My Mary of the curling hair , The laughing teeth THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 75.
... soon my love shall be my bride , And happy by our own fire - side , My veins shall feel the rosy tide , That lingering hope denies . Shule , shule , & c . My Mary of the curling hair , The laughing teeth THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 75.
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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...