The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs and Lyrics, 1±ÇCharles Welsh Dodge Publishing Company, 1907 |
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... Rising of the Moon 128 CHERRY , ANDREW 131 The Bay of Biscay . 131 The Green Little Shamrock of Ireland 132 Tom Moody 133 CHESSON , MRS . W. H. , ( Nora Hopper ) 135 Niam 135 The Cuckoo Sings in the Heart of Winter The Dark Man 137 137 ...
... Rising of the Moon 128 CHERRY , ANDREW 131 The Bay of Biscay . 131 The Green Little Shamrock of Ireland 132 Tom Moody 133 CHESSON , MRS . W. H. , ( Nora Hopper ) 135 Niam 135 The Cuckoo Sings in the Heart of Winter The Dark Man 137 137 ...
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... not tire With reading all alone . If I should make the slightest sound To show that I'm awake , She'd rise , and lap the blankets round , My pillow softly shake ; Kiss me , and turn my face to see The 20 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF M.
... not tire With reading all alone . If I should make the slightest sound To show that I'm awake , She'd rise , and lap the blankets round , My pillow softly shake ; Kiss me , and turn my face to see The 20 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF M.
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Charles Welsh. " Sound the horn ! Behold , the Sun is beginning to rise . Whoso seeth him set , ours is the victor's prize , When the foam along the sand shall no longer be white but red Spoils and a mighty feast for the Living , a carn ...
Charles Welsh. " Sound the horn ! Behold , the Sun is beginning to rise . Whoso seeth him set , ours is the victor's prize , When the foam along the sand shall no longer be white but red Spoils and a mighty feast for the Living , a carn ...
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... rising to the fly , the salmon to the fall . The boat comes straining on her net , and heavily she creeps . Cast off ! cast off ! she feels the oars , and to her berth she sweeps ; Now fore and aft keep hauling , and gathering up the ...
... rising to the fly , the salmon to the fall . The boat comes straining on her net , and heavily she creeps . Cast off ! cast off ! she feels the oars , and to her berth she sweeps ; Now fore and aft keep hauling , and gathering up the ...
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... rise by every hearth , and old ones drop away- Yet dearer still that Irish hill than all the world beside ; It's home , sweet home , where'er I roam , through lands and waters wide . And if the Lord allows me , I surely will return To ...
... rise by every hearth , and old ones drop away- Yet dearer still that Irish hill than all the world beside ; It's home , sweet home , where'er I roam , through lands and waters wide . And if the Lord allows me , I surely will return To ...
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Ballinasloe Ballylesson ban mo bawn beauty Bellewstown blessed blow blue bosom boys brave breast breath bright brow cheek Connacht cuckoo dark dark Rosaleen dead dear death deep Douglas Hyde dream dubh earth Eileen aroon Erin eyes fair fairy flowers Fontenoy forever friends Gael girl Glandore glen glory God save Ireland gold golden gone grave gray green grief hand hath hear heart heaven hills hope hurroo Innisfail Ireland Irish Irish poetry isle Kinkora kiss land light lips live lonely look Machree maid maiden morning mother mountain ne'er neath never night o'er Ossian pale Rapparees rose round sail shine shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul star sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thou Turloughmore Twas voice wave weary weep wild wind young
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151 ÆäÀÌÁö - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
13 ÆäÀÌÁö - We may not know, we cannot tell, what pains he had to bear, but we believe it was for us he hung and suffered there.
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St Ann's our parting hymn.* Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight*» past Why should we yet our sail unfurl?
360 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. " Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still ; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
306 ÆäÀÌÁö - For the yeo-heave-o , and the heave-away, and the sighing seaman's cheer, When, weighing slow, at eve they go, far, far from love and home; And sobbing sweethearts, in a row, wail o'er the ocean foam. In livid and obdurate gloom he darkens down at last; A shapely one he is, and strong, as e'er from cat was cast...
152 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away.
366 ÆäÀÌÁö - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
471 ÆäÀÌÁö - My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray: Its hold is frail— its date is brief, Restless— and soon to pass away!