Songs of Ireland and Other Lands: Being a Collection of the Most Popular Irish, Sentimental and Comic SongsD. & J. Sadlier & Company, 1847 - Songs, English |
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... 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 clouds where a gold tinge reposes But picture her brown ...
... 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 clouds where a gold tinge reposes But picture her brown ...
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... o'er the sea , From a land where all are free , With a freight that's dear to me , Says the Shan Van Vocht . They are coming from the West , Says the Shun Van Vocht ; " And the flag we love the best , Says 28 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
... o'er the sea , From a land where all are free , With a freight that's dear to me , Says the Shan Van Vocht . They are coming from the West , Says the Shun Van Vocht ; " And the flag we love the best , Says 28 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
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... o'er , How 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 ...
... o'er , How 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 ...
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... o'er and o'er ; Ah ! gramachree ma Collanoge , Ma Molly astore . The daisy pied , and all the sweets The dawn of nature yields , The primrose pale , the violet blue , Lay scattered o'er the fields s ; Such fragrance in the bosom lies Of ...
... o'er and o'er ; Ah ! gramachree ma Collanoge , Ma Molly astore . The daisy pied , and all the sweets The dawn of nature yields , The primrose pale , the violet blue , Lay scattered o'er the fields s ; Such fragrance in the bosom lies Of ...
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... o'er . Ah , gramachree , & c . Then fare thee well , my Molly dear ; Thy loss I e'er shall mourn : Whilst life remains in Strephon's heart , ' T will beat for thee alone . Though thou art false , may Heaven on thee Its choicest ...
... o'er . Ah , gramachree , & c . Then fare thee well , my Molly dear ; Thy loss I e'er shall mourn : Whilst life remains in Strephon's heart , ' T will beat for thee alone . Though thou art false , may Heaven on thee Its choicest ...
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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
Popular passages
Page 15 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — Oh, my daughter!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...