Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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Pagina 72
... drink no more Or my life would be o'er in a little short while ; But I told her ' tis drink gives me health and strength And will lengthen my road by many a mile . You see how the bird of the long smooth neck Could get his death from ...
... drink no more Or my life would be o'er in a little short while ; But I told her ' tis drink gives me health and strength And will lengthen my road by many a mile . You see how the bird of the long smooth neck Could get his death from ...
Pagina 93
... Drinking mead and wine : To - day I drink whey - water Among shrivelled old hags . I see upon my cloak the hair of old age , My reason has beguiled me : Grey is the hair that grows through my skin – ' Tis thus ! I am an old woman . The ...
... Drinking mead and wine : To - day I drink whey - water Among shrivelled old hags . I see upon my cloak the hair of old age , My reason has beguiled me : Grey is the hair that grows through my skin – ' Tis thus ! I am an old woman . The ...
Pagina 123
... Drink to the lass , I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass . Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize , Here's to the maid who has none , sir ; Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes , And here's to the nymph with ...
... Drink to the lass , I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass . Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize , Here's to the maid who has none , sir ; Here's to the girl with a pair of blue eyes , And here's to the nymph with ...
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THE FAIRIES | 1 |
THE NIGHT BEFORE LARRY WAS STRETCHED Anonymous | 7 |
AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS | 17 |
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