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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... sigh , nor altered mien , Tell the dark tyrant I regret The Wearing of the Green . Sweet land ! my parents loved you well ; They sleep within your breast ; With theirs for love no words can tell- My bones must never rest . And lonely ...
... sigh , nor altered mien , Tell the dark tyrant I regret The Wearing of the Green . Sweet land ! my parents loved you well ; They sleep within your breast ; With theirs for love no words can tell- My bones must never rest . And lonely ...
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... sigh , And still the same sweet words he whis- pered to me , My Aileen Mavourneen , acushlamachree . The friend of my childhood , the friend of my youth , Whose heart is all pure , and whose words are all truth ; * Standard bearer . O ...
... sigh , And still the same sweet words he whis- pered to me , My Aileen Mavourneen , acushlamachree . The friend of my childhood , the friend of my youth , Whose heart is all pure , and whose words are all truth ; * Standard bearer . O ...
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... sigh for the friends that can meet me no more ; And thou , cruel fate , wilt thou never re- place me In a mansion of peace , where no perils can chase me ? Ah , never again shall my brothers em- brace me ! They died to defend me , or ...
... sigh for the friends that can meet me no more ; And thou , cruel fate , wilt thou never re- place me In a mansion of peace , where no perils can chase me ? Ah , never again shall my brothers em- brace me ! They died to defend me , or ...
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... sigh , Though it beat in a low - back'd car . MARY OF THE CURLING HAIR . GERALD GRIFFIN . AIR- " Shule ! Agra ! " My Mary of the curling hair , The laughing teeth and bashful air , Our bridal morn is dawning fair , With blushes in the ...
... sigh , Though it beat in a low - back'd car . MARY OF THE CURLING HAIR . GERALD GRIFFIN . AIR- " Shule ! Agra ! " My Mary of the curling hair , The laughing teeth and bashful air , Our bridal morn is dawning fair , With blushes in the ...
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... sighs . Shule , shule , & c . But we were known from infancy : Thy father's hearth was home to me ; No selfish love was mine for thee , Unholy and unwise . Shule , shule , & c . And yet ( to see what love can do ! ) Though calm my hope ...
... sighs . Shule , shule , & c . But we were known from infancy : Thy father's hearth was home to me ; No selfish love was mine for thee , Unholy and unwise . Shule , shule , & c . And yet ( to see what love can do ! ) Though calm my hope ...
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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...