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 - 160 strán (strany) |
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Strana 3
... Kilkenny , The Boys of Wexford , The Brennen on the Moor Brian the Brave ... 36 Ellen Bawn .. .J . C. Mangan 22 .Lover 50 Emerald Isle , The .Thomas Davis 153 J. Keegan 69 Emmet's Death 22 Emmet's Farewell to His Sweetheart . 127 ...
... Kilkenny , The Boys of Wexford , The Brennen on the Moor Brian the Brave ... 36 Ellen Bawn .. .J . C. Mangan 22 .Lover 50 Emerald Isle , The .Thomas Davis 153 J. Keegan 69 Emmet's Death 22 Emmet's Farewell to His Sweetheart . 127 ...
Strana 4
... Kilkenny Boy , The 39 Kitty Tyrrell 46 95 40 81 157 33 Kilruddery Hunt , The 135 158 Kitty Neil D. F. McCarthy 55 121 Kitty of Coleraine 44 .Lover 12 58 97 Lads who Live in Ireland 47 159 Lady of Knock , The 78 10 Lakes of Cold Finn 15 ...
... Kilkenny Boy , The 39 Kitty Tyrrell 46 95 40 81 157 33 Kilruddery Hunt , The 135 158 Kitty Neil D. F. McCarthy 55 121 Kitty of Coleraine 44 .Lover 12 58 97 Lads who Live in Ireland 47 159 Lady of Knock , The 78 10 Lakes of Cold Finn 15 ...
Strana 5
... Kilkenny Town 150 151 117 Sweet Kathleen , the Girl I Adore ... P. A. Carroll 105 Sweet Songs of Erin Asthore .. 146 .P . A. Carroll 141 .J . D. W. 96 .M . J. Heffernan 18 Tan Yard Side , The 35 Teddy McGlynn 134 Teddy O'Neal ... 123 ...
... Kilkenny Town 150 151 117 Sweet Kathleen , the Girl I Adore ... P. A. Carroll 105 Sweet Songs of Erin Asthore .. 146 .P . A. Carroll 141 .J . D. W. 96 .M . J. Heffernan 18 Tan Yard Side , The 35 Teddy McGlynn 134 Teddy O'Neal ... 123 ...
Strana 21
... Kilkenny , and as I was thinking On Shelah , my heart in my bosom was sinking ; But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy , For fear of a drubbing from Corporal Casey . Och ! rub a dub , row de row , Corporal Casey ! The devil go ...
... Kilkenny , and as I was thinking On Shelah , my heart in my bosom was sinking ; But soon I was forced to look fresh as a daisy , For fear of a drubbing from Corporal Casey . Och ! rub a dub , row de row , Corporal Casey ! The devil go ...
Strana 42
... swear that I am stuck to a lee , and as they say to catch him ag'in , Bet they'll not come the cuckle o'er me , for they might be related to Finagan . DIGGING FOR GOULD . DARBY KELLY below in Kilkenny did 42 SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND .
... swear that I am stuck to a lee , and as they say to catch him ag'in , Bet they'll not come the cuckle o'er me , for they might be related to Finagan . DIGGING FOR GOULD . DARBY KELLY below in Kilkenny did 42 SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND .
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Arrah asthore Ballyporeen Barney Bawn beautiful Bellewstown blarney bless bosom brave bright brogues Bryan O'Lynn charming cheek CHORUS colleen Colleen Bawn cried cruthin dance darling daughter dear Dermot Derry dream Dublin Enniskillen Erin Erin's eyes fair faith father fight friends girl Glen of Aherlow Gorteen green hand hear heart heaven hills Hurroo Irish boy Irish volunteers Irishman isle Kate Kathleen Kilkenny Killarney kiss land Larry light live look machree maid Mary mavourneen Michael Dwyer Molly morning mother mountain ne'er never night Norah o'er old Ireland ould Paddy Pat Roach Patrick piper poor pride river Roe roam rose round shamrock Shan Van Vogh shore sigh sing slan smile soggarth aroon song soon soul sure sweet tears tell thee there's thou thro Tipperary true twas wave wear whisky wild young
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Strana 24 - 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.
Strana 110 - 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.
Strana 156 - 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...
Strana 120 - 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.
Strana 156 - 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.
Strana 115 - 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.
Strana 10 - 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.
Strana 54 - 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.
Strana 54 - 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.
Strana 34 - ... 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...