Irish Come-all-ye's: A Repository of Ancient Irish Songs and Ballads--comprising Patriotic, Descriptive, Historical and Humorous Gems, Characteristic of the Irish RaceL. Lipkind, 1901 - 160페이지 |
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Arrah asthore Ballyporeen Barney Bawn beautiful Bellewstown Biddy blarney blessed bosom boys brave bright brogues Bryan O'Lynn Castlebar charming cheek CHORUS colleen Colleen Bawn Coolun cried cruthin dancing darling dear Dermot Derry divil dream Dublin Enniskillen Erin Erin's eyes fair faith fame father fight friends girl Glen of Aherlow green hand hear heart heaven hills Irish isle Kate Kathleen Kilkenny Killarney kiss Kitty land Larry light live look lover maid Mary mavourneen Michael Dwyer Molly morning mother mountain ne'er never night Norah o'er old Ireland ould Paddy Pat Roach Patrick poor praties pride proud river Roe rose rose of Tralee round shamrock shine shore sigh sing slan smile soggarth aroon soon soul sure sweet tears tell thee there's thou thro Tipperary true twas whisky widow Machree wild young
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8 페이지 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
22 페이지 - old Adrian's Mole " in, Their thunder rolling from the Vatican, And cymbals glorious, swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets of Notre Dame: But thy sounds were sweeter, than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, pealing solemnly.
117 페이지 - But when you come down with your pence, For a slice of their scurvy religion, I'll leave it to all men of sense, But you, my good friend, are the pigeon.
117 페이지 - GENUS a better discerning. Let them brag of their heathenish gods, Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians, Their Quis, and their Quaes, and their Quods, They're all but a parcel of Pigeons.
32 페이지 - King Louis madly cried : To death they rush, but rude their shock — not unavenged they died. On through the camp the column trod — King Louis turns his rein : " Not yet, my liege,
92 페이지 - Her nose is straight and handsome, her eyebrows lifted up, Her chin is very neat and pert, and smooth like a china cup, Her hair's the brag of Ireland, so weighty and so fine ; It's rolling down upon her neck, and gathered in a twine. The dance o...
22 페이지 - But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter ! Flings o'er the Tiber Pealing solemnly. Oh ! the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
92 페이지 - I'd hardly see the rest.. Be what it may the time of day, the place be where it will, Sweet looks of Mary Donnelly, they bloom before me still. Her eyes like mountain water that's flowing on a rock, How clear they are, how dark they are ! and they give me many a shock. Red rowans warm in sunshine and wetted with a show'r, Could ne'er express the charming lip that has me in its pow'r.
150 페이지 - I'M sittin' on the stile, Mary, Where we sat side by side On a bright May mornin' long ago, When first you were my bride. The corn was springin' fresh and green, And the lark sang loud and high, And the red was on your lip, Mary, And the love-light in your eye. The place is little changed, Mary, The day is bright as then, The lark's loud song is in my ear, And the corn is green again; But I miss the soft clasp of your hand, And your breath, warm on my cheek: And I still keep list'nin' for the words...
47 페이지 - The dust of some is Irish earth, Among their own they rest, And the same land that gave them birth Has caught them to her breast; And we will pray that from their clay Full many a race may start Of true men, like you, men, To act as brave a part. They rose in dark and evil days To right their native land; They kindled here a living blaze That nothing shall withstand.