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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... break of day , She knelt her down to pray , Then homeward took her way , Did the Shan van Vocht . What thoughts the dawn awoke In the Shan van Vocht , As the sunrise slowly broke On the Shan van Vocht ; Whether terror and despair Fled ...
... break of day , She knelt her down to pray , Then homeward took her way , Did the Shan van Vocht . What thoughts the dawn awoke In the Shan van Vocht , As the sunrise slowly broke On the Shan van Vocht ; Whether terror and despair Fled ...
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... poor Caoch O'Leary ? ” - " Yes , yes , " I said , the wanderer wept As if his heart was breaking- " And where , a vic machree , " * he sobbed , * Son of my heart . " Is all the merry - making I found here THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 15.
... poor Caoch O'Leary ? ” - " Yes , yes , " I said , the wanderer wept As if his heart was breaking- " And where , a vic machree , " * he sobbed , * Son of my heart . " Is all the merry - making I found here THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 15.
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... break down there , With a loud " hurroo " and a pillalu , " And a thundering " clear the way ! " Here's gay Old Ireland ! Dear Old Ireland ! Ireland , boys , Hurra ! And well we know in the cool gray eves , When the hard day's work is o ...
... break down there , With a loud " hurroo " and a pillalu , " And a thundering " clear the way ! " Here's gay Old Ireland ! Dear Old Ireland ! Ireland , boys , Hurra ! And well we know in the cool gray eves , When the hard day's work is o ...
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... break off the spell of the foreign magician . Awake , then , awake , and lie dreaming no more ! Not the want of green fields nor of count . less resources The sons of sweet Erin have cause t deplore , Nor the want of brave hearts for ...
... break off the spell of the foreign magician . Awake , then , awake , and lie dreaming no more ! Not the want of green fields nor of count . less resources The sons of sweet Erin have cause t deplore , Nor the want of brave hearts for ...
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... our village queen , When I am banished far away , For the Wearing of the Green . But , Mary , dry that bitter tear , ' T would break my heart to see • And sweetly sleep my parents dear , That cannot weep THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 45.
... our village queen , When I am banished far away , For the Wearing of the Green . But , Mary , dry that bitter tear , ' T would break my heart to see • And sweetly sleep my parents dear , That cannot weep THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 45.
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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...