The pocket encyclopedia of Scottish, English, and Irish songs, selected from the works of the most eminent poets; with original pieces, and notes, Volume 21816 |
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... Erin go Bragh . ” YE destroyers of man , cried Mary distracted , ( For the press - gang had dragged her dear Jack away ) Ye've robb'd me of him who my offspring protected , The offspring of sorrow by that fatal day . Despisers of peace ...
... Erin go Bragh . ” YE destroyers of man , cried Mary distracted , ( For the press - gang had dragged her dear Jack away ) Ye've robb'd me of him who my offspring protected , The offspring of sorrow by that fatal day . Despisers of peace ...
Page 88
... Erin go Bragh . " THE sun was departed , the mild zephyr blowing , Bore over the plain the perfume of the flow'rs ; In soft undulations the streamlet was flowing , And calm meditation led forward the hours : I struck the full chord ...
... Erin go Bragh . " THE sun was departed , the mild zephyr blowing , Bore over the plain the perfume of the flow'rs ; In soft undulations the streamlet was flowing , And calm meditation led forward the hours : I struck the full chord ...
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... Erin's vales and mountains blue , Where nurs'd by hope my moments flew , In life's unclouded spring ; Though on the breezy deck reclin'd , I listen'd to the rising wind , What fetters could restrain the mind That rov'd on Fancy's wing ...
... Erin's vales and mountains blue , Where nurs'd by hope my moments flew , In life's unclouded spring ; Though on the breezy deck reclin'd , I listen'd to the rising wind , What fetters could restrain the mind That rov'd on Fancy's wing ...
Page 161
... Erin , how sweetly thy green bosom rises , An emerald set in the ring of the sea ; Each blade of thy meadows my faithful heart prizes , Thou queen of the west , the world's Cushlamachree . Thy gates open wide to the poor and the ...
... Erin , how sweetly thy green bosom rises , An emerald set in the ring of the sea ; Each blade of thy meadows my faithful heart prizes , Thou queen of the west , the world's Cushlamachree . Thy gates open wide to the poor and the ...
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Scottish songs. Then flourish for ever , my dear native Erin , While sadly I wander , an exile from thee ! And firm as thy mountains , no injury fearing , May Heaven defend its own Cushlamachree . THE IRISH SMUGGLERS . FROM ... Erin, ...
Scottish songs. Then flourish for ever , my dear native Erin , While sadly I wander , an exile from thee ! And firm as thy mountains , no injury fearing , May Heaven defend its own Cushlamachree . THE IRISH SMUGGLERS . FROM ... Erin, ...
Common terms and phrases
ADIEU Arethusa Ballyporeen bay of Biscay beam beauty bless blest blooming blow bosom boys brave breast breath bright charms cheek cheer cold cottage Crazy Jane cried dear death delight Derry e'er Erin Erin go Bragh ev'ry fair Farewell fate father father Murphy flowers fond frae girl glory go Bragh grave grief happy Hark heart Hearts of oak Heav'n hope Kate Kearney Killarney kiss lads lass life's lov'd love's lover maid mild ale mirth Molly Malone morning mourn ne'er Neddy never night Norah o'er Paddy pity pleasure poor pow'r Robin Adair Robin Gray rose round Rule Britannia sail says shore sigh sigh'd sing smile soft soldier song sorrow soul sprig of shillelah storms sung sweet sweetly tear tell thee there's thine thou thro TUNE Twas vale wander Whilst whisky wind young youth
Popular passages
Page 151 - India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale. Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.
Page 267 - I'll wage thee ! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him ? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy ; Naething could resist my Nancy ; But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever.
Page 280 - And You, farewell ! whose merits claim Justly, that highest badge to wear ! Heav'n bless your honor'd, noble name To Masonry and Scotia dear! A last request permit me here, When yearly ye assemble a', One round, I ask it with a tear, To him, the Bard that's far awa'.
Page 150 - So the sweet lark, high poised in air. Shuts close his pinions to his breast (If, chance, his mate's shrill call he hear), And drops at once into her nest.
Page 151 - O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.
Page 277 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Page 176 - Sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger; The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me.
Page 71 - She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 61 - FAREWELL to the Land, where the gloom of my Glory Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name— She abandons me now — but the page of her story, The brightest or blackest, is fill'd with my fame.
Page 106 - While o'er the ship wild waves are beating, We for wives or children mourn : Alas ! from hence there's no retreating, Alas ! to them there's no return. Still the leak is gaining on us : Both chain-pumps are choak'd below.