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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... rose's Red bosom a snow - flake gleamed fair , As her tones down the green dell went ringing , The list'uing thrush mimicked them low , And the brooklet harped soft to the singing Of COLLEEN DA'S CROOTIA NA MO . " An cailin deas cruidte ...
... rose's Red bosom a snow - flake gleamed fair , As her tones down the green dell went ringing , The list'uing thrush mimicked them low , And the brooklet harped soft to the singing Of COLLEEN DA'S CROOTIA NA MO . " An cailin deas cruidte ...
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... rose , For they thought of hearts that loved them , far and near ; Of the millions true and brave O'er the ocean's swelling wave , And the friends in holy Ireland even dear . " God save Ireland ! " said they proudly ; " God save Ireland ...
... rose , For they thought of hearts that loved them , far and near ; Of the millions true and brave O'er the ocean's swelling wave , And the friends in holy Ireland even dear . " God save Ireland ! " said they proudly ; " God save Ireland ...
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... rose in dark and evil days To right their native land ; They kindled here a living blaze That nothing shall withstand . Alas ! that Might can vanquish Right- They fell and passed away : But true men , like you , men , Are plenty here to ...
... rose in dark and evil days To right their native land ; They kindled here a living blaze That nothing shall withstand . Alas ! that Might can vanquish Right- They fell and passed away : But true men , like you , men , Are plenty here to ...
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... stand the shock of Clare's Dra- goons . Vive la the new brigade , Vive la the old one too ; Vive la the rose shall fade , And the shamrock shine forever new . Another Clare is here to lead- ; The worthy son THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 43.
... stand the shock of Clare's Dra- goons . Vive la the new brigade , Vive la the old one too ; Vive la the rose shall fade , And the shamrock shine forever new . Another Clare is here to lead- ; The worthy son THE EMERALD SONGSTER . 43.
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... rose , For when the cold winds whistle Neither down nor crimson shows ; But like hope to him that's friendless Where no gaudy flower is seen , By our graves , with love that ' s endless , Waves our own true - hearted Green . O , sure ...
... rose , For when the cold winds whistle Neither down nor crimson shows ; But like hope to him that's friendless Where no gaudy flower is seen , By our graves , with love that ' s endless , Waves our own true - hearted Green . O , sure ...
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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...