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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... tree .. I'll never get drunk any more .. I love the merry sunshine .. I'm very happy where I am .. Irish Mary ..... I saw from the beach ....... Johnny Sands ... Judge not a man . Kate O'Brien .. Kate of Garnavilla . Kate O'Shane ...
... tree .. I'll never get drunk any more .. I love the merry sunshine .. I'm very happy where I am .. Irish Mary ..... I saw from the beach ....... Johnny Sands ... Judge not a man . Kate O'Brien .. Kate of Garnavilla . Kate O'Shane ...
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... tree , And the bonnie , bonnie sweet birds are carolling their glee ; And the dews upon the grass are made diamonds by the sun , All to deck a path of glory Cáilin Donn ! * O , fair she is ! O , rare she er still to me ! ay own s ! O ...
... tree , And the bonnie , bonnie sweet birds are carolling their glee ; And the dews upon the grass are made diamonds by the sun , All to deck a path of glory Cáilin Donn ! * O , fair she is ! O , rare she er still to me ! ay own s ! O ...
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... own Cáilin Donn ! O , fair she is ! O , rare she is ! O , dear- er still to me ! More welcome than the green leaf to winter - stricken tree , More welcome than the blossom to the weary dusty bee 18 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
... own Cáilin Donn ! O , fair she is ! O , rare she is ! O , dear- er still to me ! More welcome than the green leaf to winter - stricken tree , More welcome than the blossom to the weary dusty bee 18 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
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... tree , As I through Glenmornein was wending , A wanderer from o'er the blue sea . ' Twas the lap of a west looking moun tain , Its woody slope bright with the glow , Where sang by a murmuring fountain , COLLEEN DA'S CROOTIA NA MO . Dark ...
... tree , As I through Glenmornein was wending , A wanderer from o'er the blue sea . ' Twas the lap of a west looking moun tain , Its woody slope bright with the glow , Where sang by a murmuring fountain , COLLEEN DA'S CROOTIA NA MO . Dark ...
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... tree Swung the noble - hearted three , By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom ; But they met him face to face , With the courage of their race , And they went with souls undaunted to their doom . " God save Ireland ! " said the ...
... tree Swung the noble - hearted three , By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom ; But they met him face to face , With the courage of their race , And they went with souls undaunted to their doom . " God save Ireland ! " said the ...
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Common terms and phrases
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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Էջ 15 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — Oh, my daughter!
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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!
Էջ 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?
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...