Silver Apples, Golden Apples: Best-loved Irish VerseFrank Delaney Blackstaff Press, 1987 - 157 pagina's |
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Pagina 4
... road to sweet Athy , Hurroo ! hurroo ! While going the road to sweet Athy , Hurroo ! hurroo ! While going the road to sweet Athy , A stick in my hand and a drop in my eye , A doleful damsel I heard cry : ' Och , Johnny , I hardly knew ...
... road to sweet Athy , Hurroo ! hurroo ! While going the road to sweet Athy , Hurroo ! hurroo ! While going the road to sweet Athy , A stick in my hand and a drop in my eye , A doleful damsel I heard cry : ' Och , Johnny , I hardly knew ...
Pagina 17
... roads where there's never a house nor bush , And tired I am of bog and road , And the crying wind and the lonesome hush ! And I am praying to God on high , And I am praying Him night and day , For a little house - a house of my own Out ...
... roads where there's never a house nor bush , And tired I am of bog and road , And the crying wind and the lonesome hush ! And I am praying to God on high , And I am praying Him night and day , For a little house - a house of my own Out ...
Pagina 131
... road . The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road ; All in the April evening I thought on the Lamb of God . The lambs were weary , and crying With a weak , human cry . I thought on the Lamb of God Going meekly to die ...
... road . The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road ; All in the April evening I thought on the Lamb of God . The lambs were weary , and crying With a weak , human cry . I thought on the Lamb of God Going meekly to die ...
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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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