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 - 160ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... heard him swear his love for her outran , The closest ties for any maid- " Oh , what a nice young man ! " " They kissed and toyed , and tales of love to her he then did tell , Thinks I to myself , now is the time to serve you outright ...
... heard him swear his love for her outran , The closest ties for any maid- " Oh , what a nice young man ! " " They kissed and toyed , and tales of love to her he then did tell , Thinks I to myself , now is the time to serve you outright ...
9 ÆäÀÌÁö
... heard of McCarty , Who lived in Tralee , good and hearty ? He had scarce lived two - score when death came to his door And made a widdy of Mrs. McCarty . Near by lived one Paddy McManus , Why by the way was a bit of a genius ; At his ...
... heard of McCarty , Who lived in Tralee , good and hearty ? He had scarce lived two - score when death came to his door And made a widdy of Mrs. McCarty . Near by lived one Paddy McManus , Why by the way was a bit of a genius ; At his ...
18 ÆäÀÌÁö
... heard my antagonist giving some groans . Run and be d - d to you ! some one did cry , Sure , I can't for the mutton that's stuck in my eye ; I was led through the crowd , and heard somebody saying , There's a peeler most killed in ...
... heard my antagonist giving some groans . Run and be d - d to you ! some one did cry , Sure , I can't for the mutton that's stuck in my eye ; I was led through the crowd , and heard somebody saying , There's a peeler most killed in ...
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... heard bells chiming full many a clime in , Tolling sublime in cathedral shrine ; While at a glib rate brass tongues would vibrate , [ thine ; But all their music spoke nought like For memory dwelling on each proud swelling Of thy belfry ...
... heard bells chiming full many a clime in , Tolling sublime in cathedral shrine ; While at a glib rate brass tongues would vibrate , [ thine ; But all their music spoke nought like For memory dwelling on each proud swelling Of thy belfry ...
25 ÆäÀÌÁö
... heard my sentence , it grieved my heart full sore , But parting from my true love it grieved me ten times more . I had seven links upon my chain , for every link a year , Before I can return again to the arms of my dear . While I lay ...
... heard my sentence , it grieved my heart full sore , But parting from my true love it grieved me ten times more . I had seven links upon my chain , for every link a year , Before I can return again to the arms of my dear . While I lay ...
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24 ÆäÀÌÁö - I've heard bells tolling 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.
110 ÆäÀÌÁö - LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM. OH ! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life from morn till night Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
156 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
156 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near — The church where we were wed, Mary, I see the spire from here. But the graveyard lies between, Mary, And my step might break your rest — For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep, With your baby on your breast.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - SWEET Innisfallen, fare thee well, May calm and sunshine long be thine ! How fair thou art let others tell, — To feel how fair shall long be mine. Sweet Innisfallen, long shall dwell In memory's dream that sunny smile, Which o'er thee on that evening fell, When first I saw thy fairy isle.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
54 ÆäÀÌÁö - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
54 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill — Oh no! it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... chance to try. On Fontenoy, on Fontenoy, how fast his generals ride! And mustering come his chosen troops, like clouds at eventide. Six thousand English veterans in stately column tread, Their cannon blaze in front and flank — Lord Hay is at their head; Steady they step adown the slope — steady they climb the hill; Steady they load — steady they fire, moving right onward still...