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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Стр. 73
... round her car , sir , Has strings of ducks and geese , But the scores of hearts she slaughters By far outnumber these ; While she among her poultry sits , Just like a turtle dove , Well worth the cage , I do engage , Of the blooming god ...
... round her car , sir , Has strings of ducks and geese , But the scores of hearts she slaughters By far outnumber these ; While she among her poultry sits , Just like a turtle dove , Well worth the cage , I do engage , Of the blooming god ...
Стр. 80
... round me deadly now- The smiles of Love no longer part Those dead blue lips of thine- I lay my hand upon thy heart , " Tis cold at last to mine . Were we beneath our native heaven , Within our native land-- A fairer grave to thee were ...
... round me deadly now- The smiles of Love no longer part Those dead blue lips of thine- I lay my hand upon thy heart , " Tis cold at last to mine . Were we beneath our native heaven , Within our native land-- A fairer grave to thee were ...
Стр. 84
... I go my long meander , ma'm ? Oh ! I'll feel myself as valiant as the fa- mous Alexander , ma'm , When I hear yiz crying round me , " Arrah , why did you die ? " LEAVE US A LOCK OF YOUR HAIR . AIR- " 84 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
... I go my long meander , ma'm ? Oh ! I'll feel myself as valiant as the fa- mous Alexander , ma'm , When I hear yiz crying round me , " Arrah , why did you die ? " LEAVE US A LOCK OF YOUR HAIR . AIR- " 84 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
Стр. 89
... round just like swans on the ocean . Cheeks bright as the rose - feet light as the doe's , Now coyly retiring , now boldly ad- vancing- Search the world all round , from the sky to the ground , No such sight can be found as an Irish ...
... round just like swans on the ocean . Cheeks bright as the rose - feet light as the doe's , Now coyly retiring , now boldly ad- vancing- Search the world all round , from the sky to the ground , No such sight can be found as an Irish ...
Стр. 90
... rounded form , Nor feel his heart warm , and his pulses throb wildly ? Young Pat feels his heart , as he gazes , depart , Subdued by the smart of such painful yet sweet love ; The sight leaves his eye , as he cries with a sigh , " Dance ...
... rounded form , Nor feel his heart warm , and his pulses throb wildly ? Young Pat feels his heart , as he gazes , depart , Subdued by the smart of such painful yet sweet love ; The sight leaves his eye , as he cries with a sigh , " Dance ...
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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...