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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... Fire Charming Judy Callaghan .Lover Colleen Bawn Colleen Bawn , The Colleen Dhas Cruthin Amoe 64 Father Molloy . 70 Father O'Flynn Father Tom O'Neil 103 Felon's Love , The 91 Fenian's Escape , The .Samuel Lover 17 29 8 J. K. Casey 101 ...
... Fire Charming Judy Callaghan .Lover Colleen Bawn Colleen Bawn , The Colleen Dhas Cruthin Amoe 64 Father Molloy . 70 Father O'Flynn Father Tom O'Neil 103 Felon's Love , The 91 Fenian's Escape , The .Samuel Lover 17 29 8 J. K. Casey 101 ...
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... fire Every night before she'd retire , She'd take the stick that was dead , put it into bed , And lay down by the wooden McCarty . Now Pat wasn't long to discover That the widdy was wanting a lover ; He made love to her strong , and you ...
... fire Every night before she'd retire , She'd take the stick that was dead , put it into bed , And lay down by the wooden McCarty . Now Pat wasn't long to discover That the widdy was wanting a lover ; He made love to her strong , and you ...
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... fire itself seems robbed of half its light ; But , maybe , ' tis my eyes are growing old , And things look dim before my failing sight . For all that tell him ' twas my self that spun The shirts you bring , and stitched them every one ...
... fire itself seems robbed of half its light ; But , maybe , ' tis my eyes are growing old , And things look dim before my failing sight . For all that tell him ' twas my self that spun The shirts you bring , and stitched them every one ...
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... fire away to Dublin ! The steam - coach was at hand , the driver said he'd cheap ones , But sure the luggage van was too much for my ha'pence , For England I was bound , it would never do to balk it , For every step of the road , bedad ...
... fire away to Dublin ! The steam - coach was at hand , the driver said he'd cheap ones , But sure the luggage van was too much for my ha'pence , For England I was bound , it would never do to balk it , For every step of the road , bedad ...
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... fire ; And one shilling for milk , soap , soda , starch , and blue , Add that up and you will exactly find your one pound two . Maggie dear , your neighbors on you do complain , They tell me my whole wages you every day do spend ; That ...
... fire ; And one shilling for milk , soap , soda , starch , and blue , Add that up and you will exactly find your one pound two . Maggie dear , your neighbors on you do complain , They tell me my whole wages you every day do spend ; That ...
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24 ÆäÀÌÁö - On this I ponder, where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee,— With thy bells of Shandon, that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the river Lee.
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 ; 3.24 But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, Pealing solemnly.
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.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
123 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
111 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray, " So lone and lovely through this bleak way ? " Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, " As not to be tempted by woman or gold...
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - you have your wish, there are your Saxon foes! " The marshal almost smiles to see, so furiously he goes! How fierce the look these exiles wear, who're wont to be so gay, The treasured wrongs of fifty years are in their hearts to-day — The treaty broken, ere the ink wherewith...
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... was weeping, For her husband was far on the wild raging sea, And the tempest was swelling, round the fisherman's dwelling, And she cried, " Dermot, darling, oh ! come back to me.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
54 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no— it was something more exquisite still.