Songs of Ireland and Other Lands: Being a Collection of the Most Popular Irish, Sentimental and Comic SongsD. & J. Sadlier & Company, 1847 |
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Pagina 14
... forget those sunny hours , However years may vary ; I'll not forget my early friends , Nor honest Caoch O'Leary . Poor Caoch , and " Pinch , " slept well that night , And in the morning early , He called me up to hear him play " The ...
... forget those sunny hours , However years may vary ; I'll not forget my early friends , Nor honest Caoch O'Leary . Poor Caoch , and " Pinch , " slept well that night , And in the morning early , He called me up to hear him play " The ...
Pagina 58
... forget you , darling , In the land I'm going to ! They say there's bread and work for all , And the sun shines always there ; But I'll not forget old Ireland , Were it fifty times as fair ! THE BLARNEY . SAMUEL LOVER . AIR- " Kate ...
... forget you , darling , In the land I'm going to ! They say there's bread and work for all , And the sun shines always there ; But I'll not forget old Ireland , Were it fifty times as fair ! THE BLARNEY . SAMUEL LOVER . AIR- " Kate ...
Pagina 78
... forget they never can- They're sure to tell the difference ' twixt a fiddle , a dog , or a man . KITTY TYRELL . CHARLES JEFFREYS . YOU'RE looking as fresh as the morn , love , You're looking as bright as the day ; But while on your ...
... forget they never can- They're sure to tell the difference ' twixt a fiddle , a dog , or a man . KITTY TYRELL . CHARLES JEFFREYS . YOU'RE looking as fresh as the morn , love , You're looking as bright as the day ; But while on your ...
Pagina 103
... forget , Though history tells us they were Hessian . In this troublesome time , oh ! ' twas a great crime , And murder never was riper , At the side of Glenshee , not an acre from me , There lived one Denny Byrne , a piper . Neither ...
... forget , Though history tells us they were Hessian . In this troublesome time , oh ! ' twas a great crime , And murder never was riper , At the side of Glenshee , not an acre from me , There lived one Denny Byrne , a piper . Neither ...
Pagina 114
... never , till life and memory perish , Can I forget how dear thou art to me Morn , noon , and night , where'er I may be , Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee . Ever of thee , when sad and lonely , Wandering 114 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
... never , till life and memory perish , Can I forget how dear thou art to me Morn , noon , and night , where'er I may be , Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee . Ever of thee , when sad and lonely , Wandering 114 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Annie Lisle Ballyporeen Barney O'Hea beautiful Ben Bolt bird blarney bless blooming bonnie boys brave bride bright Charlie charming cheer Colleen Bawn colleen dhas cruthin Constantinople cottage cruthin darling dream Dublin lasses e'er Erin Erin's eyes fair farewell Fermoy flowers friends Garnavilla GEORGE LINLEY girl God save Ireland gone green happy heart Highland hills hone Isle jaunting car Johnny Sands Kate Kathleen kiss Lady land lassie live lonely love thee lover maid maiden Malone Mary Mary Astore mavourneen merry minstrel boy Molly dear morning mother mountains ne'er never night Norah o'er Old Ireland Ould poor ral lal river Lee roam round SAMUEL LOVER shamrock Shan van Vocht shining shore shuile sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow star sure sweet tears tell there's thine thou thousand a-year true Twas voice wave wear weep wild young
Populaire passages
Pagina 15 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter! — Oh, my daughter!
Pagina 8 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Pagina 9 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Pagina 112 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him follow me!
Pagina 8 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Pagina 51 - 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.
Pagina 54 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Pagina 160 - ... flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me. Never again, in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet hours, .Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh...
Pagina 14 - The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Pagina 54 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...