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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... wild waves saying . Willie . we have missed you .... Will ye no come back again .... Within a mile of Edinburgh town ... Would I were a boy again .. 197 177 108 184 198 .. 252 246 150 THE EMERALD SONGSTER . THE VIGIL OF THE SHAN VAN vi ...
... wild waves saying . Willie . we have missed you .... Will ye no come back again .... Within a mile of Edinburgh town ... Would I were a boy again .. 197 177 108 184 198 .. 252 246 150 THE EMERALD SONGSTER . THE VIGIL OF THE SHAN VAN vi ...
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... wild To the Shan van Vocht ! And the west wind breathed all mild On the Shan van Vocht ! The waves they sang their psalm , The west wind brought its balm ; But nought the grief could calm Of the Shan van Vocht ' And thus the live - long ...
... wild To the Shan van Vocht ! And the west wind breathed all mild On the Shan van Vocht ! The waves they sang their psalm , The west wind brought its balm ; But nought the grief could calm Of the Shan van Vocht ' And thus the live - long ...
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... wild - wood- I'll not forget those sunny hours , However years may vary ; I'll not forget my early friends , Nor honest Caoch O'Leary . Poor Caoch , and " Pinch , " slept well that night , And in the morning early , He called me up to ...
... wild - wood- I'll not forget those sunny hours , However years may vary ; I'll not forget my early friends , Nor honest Caoch O'Leary . Poor Caoch , and " Pinch , " slept well that night , And in the morning early , He called me up to ...
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... wild echoes had borne it away . O , tell me , my love is this my last meet- ing ? Shall we wander no more in Killar- ney's green bowers , To watch the bright sun o'er the dim hills retreating 52 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
... wild echoes had borne it away . O , tell me , my love is this my last meet- ing ? Shall we wander no more in Killar- ney's green bowers , To watch the bright sun o'er the dim hills retreating 52 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
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... wild stag at rest in his bed of spring flowers ? O , Dermot Asthore , how this fond heart would flutter , When I met thee by night in the shady boreen , And heard thine own voice in a soft whisper utter Those words of endearment ...
... wild stag at rest in his bed of spring flowers ? O , Dermot Asthore , how this fond heart would flutter , When I met thee by night in the shady boreen , And heard thine own voice in a soft whisper utter Those words of endearment ...
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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...