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ADVERTISEMENT.

The popularity which has already attended an American Edition of a small portion of the Pieces contained in this Volume, has induced the Publisher to print one in a more complete, and (as he conceives in a) superior manner. In the following Collection will be found the whole of the Irish and National Melodies published in England up to the present time) and as it is understood that Mr. Moore has now proceeded as far as he intended in the respective Works, the present Edition

may be considered as complete in every point of view.

The Publisher takes the liberty to inform those Booksellers in England who may wish for Copies of the Work, that, by transmitting their Orders to him, they may be supplied in any quantity upon the usual terms.

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While gazing on the Moon's light..................

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When day-light was yet sleeping under the billow...

By the hope within us springing ...............

Night closed around the Conqueror's way ........

Oh! 'tis sweet to think that where'er we rove ..

Through grief and through danger ..........

When through life unblest we rove ...

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It is not the tear at this moment shed ....

'Tis believed that this harp that I wake now for thee ..

Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright .........

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Though daik are our sorrows, to-day we'll forget them

Weep on, weep on, your hour is past .........

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Lesbia hath a beaming eye ..........

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I saw thy form in youthful prime ...

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By that lake whose gloomy shore.....

She is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps..

Nay, tell me not, dear! that the goblet drowns ...... 94

Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin .....

What the Bee is to the floweret ..

Here we dwell in holiest bowers

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This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes .....

Through Erin's isle....................

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At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly 108

One bumper at parting! though many..............

'Tis the last rose of summer ........

... 112

The young May moon is beaming, love .........

... 114

The Minstrel-boy to the war is gone...........

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The valley lay smiling before me .....

Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own...... .. 120

Farewell!—but, whenever you welcome the hour......

Oh! doubt me not—the season...............

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You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride ...........

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