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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... foaming billows roll , In soft murmurs to my soul , Said the Shan van Vocht . So she went down to the shore , Did the Shan van Vocht , And she heard the billows roar , Did the Shan van Vocht ; And she thought upon the time , When in ...
... foaming billows roll , In soft murmurs to my soul , Said the Shan van Vocht . So she went down to the shore , Did the Shan van Vocht , And she heard the billows roar , Did the Shan van Vocht ; And she thought upon the time , When in ...
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... soft to the singing Of COLLEEN DA'S CROOTIA NA MO . " An cailin deas cruidte nam - bo , " should be pro nounced by the mere English reader as " collyeen dass crootia na mo " — it signifies , " The pretty girl of the milking of cows ...
... soft to the singing Of COLLEEN DA'S CROOTIA NA MO . " An cailin deas cruidte nam - bo , " should be pro nounced by the mere English reader as " collyeen dass crootia na mo " — it signifies , " The pretty girl of the milking of cows ...
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... soft and sweet are the words that greet 66 The friends who meet once more ; With Mary machree ! " and " My Pat ! " ' t is he ! " And " My own heart night and day ! " Ah , fond Old Ireland ! Dear Old Ireland ! Ireland , boys , Hurra ...
... soft and sweet are the words that greet 66 The friends who meet once more ; With Mary machree ! " and " My Pat ! " ' t is he ! " And " My own heart night and day ! " Ah , fond Old Ireland ! Dear Old Ireland ! Ireland , boys , Hurra ...
Стр. 53
... soft whisper utter Those words of endearment- vourneen Colleen . " " Ma- I know we must part , but O , say not forever , That it may be for years adds enough to my pain ; But I'll cling to the hope , that though now we must sever , In ...
... soft whisper utter Those words of endearment- vourneen Colleen . " " Ma- I know we must part , but O , say not forever , That it may be for years adds enough to my pain ; But I'll cling to the hope , that though now we must sever , In ...
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... soft clasp of your hand , And your breath warm on my cheek , And I still keep list'ning for the words You never more may speak . " Tis but a step down yonder lane , And the little church stands near ; The church where we were wed , Mary ...
... soft clasp of your hand , And your breath warm on my cheek , And I still keep list'ning for the words You never more may speak . " Tis but a step down yonder lane , And the little church stands near ; The church where we were wed , Mary ...
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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...