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America asthore banks Barney beat beautiful bless bold born boys brave break bright Casey cause cheer CHORUS Colleen cried dance dark darling dear death dreaming Erin Erin's fair faith fame father fields fight fought friends gave girl give gone green grows hand head hear heart hills hope I'll Irish isle keep Kilkenny ladies land leave letters light live look Machree marching Mary Molly morning mother native ne'er never night o'er old Ireland once ould Paddy passed play poor pride prove rose round says seen shamrock Shan Van Vogh shore sigh sing smile song sons soon stand stick sure sweet tears tell thee there's thought took town true Twas walked waves widow young
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Strana 119 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Strana 66 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet...
Strana 120 - Ah ! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking ! 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 ! Oh ! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest, When they promise a glorious morrow ; They'll shine o'er her sleep, like a smile from the west. From her own loved island of sorrow !
Strana 43 - Whole ages have fled and their works decayed, And nations have scattered been ; But the stout old Ivy shall never fade, From its hale and hearty green. The brave old plant in its lonely days, Shall fatten upon the past: For the stateliest building man can raise, Is the Ivy's food at last. Creeping on, where time has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
Strana 123 - Oh, what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame, I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart : I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art. Thou hast...
Strana 41 - twas looking at you now ! Sure, sure, such a pitcher I'll ne'er meet again! "Twas the pride of my dairy: O Barney M'Cleary! You're sent as a plague to the girls of Coleraine.
Strana 45 - And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give.
Strana 7 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
Strana 41 - As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine, When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled, And all the sweet buttermilk watered the plain.
Strana 84 - When Heaven all bounteous ever, Its boundless mercy sent ; A sail in sight appears, We hail her with three cheers. Now we sail, with the gale, From the Bay of Biscay, O ! THE MID-WATCH.
Bibliografické informácie
| Názov | Irish Song Book, Vydanie 2 Irish Song Book, Wehman Bros |
| Autor | Wehman Bros |
| Publikované | 1909 |
| Zdroj originálu: | Harvardská univerzita |
| Digitalizované | 16. feb. 2008 |
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