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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 Erin Erin's eyes fair faith father fight friends Glen of Aherlow Gorteen green hand hear heart heaven hills Hurroo Innishowen Irishman isle John Bull Kate Kathleen Kilkenny Killarney kiss land Larry light live look Machree maid Mary mavourneen Molly morning mother mountain ne'er never night Norah o'er old Ireland ould Paddy Paddy's Pat Roach Patrick Patrick's Day poor pride river Roe roam rose round shamrock shillelah shine shore sigh sing slan smile soggarth aroon song soon sorrow soul sure sweet tears tell thee there's thou thro Tipperary true twas wave whisky wild wirrasthrue wonderful tune young
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...