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 24
... Give him my blessing , morning , noon , and night , Tell him my prayers are offered for his good , That he may keep his Maker still in sight , And firmly stand , as his brave father stood , True to his name , his country , and his God ...
... Give him my blessing , morning , noon , and night , Tell him my prayers are offered for his good , That he may keep his Maker still in sight , And firmly stand , as his brave father stood , True to his name , his country , and his God ...
Pagina 46
... lordly hall ; They might have let the poor man live , Yet all as lordly been ; But heaven its own good time will give For the Wearing of the Green . MOLLY ASTORE . As down on Banna's banks I strayed 46 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
... lordly hall ; They might have let the poor man live , Yet all as lordly been ; But heaven its own good time will give For the Wearing of the Green . MOLLY ASTORE . As down on Banna's banks I strayed 46 THE EMERALD SONGSTER .
Pagina 48
... give no more . Ah , gramachree , & c . O , had I all the flocks that graze On yonder yellow hill , Or lowed for me the num'rous herds That yon green pastures fill , With her I love I'd gladly share My kine and fleecy store . Ah ...
... give no more . Ah , gramachree , & c . O , had I all the flocks that graze On yonder yellow hill , Or lowed for me the num'rous herds That yon green pastures fill , With her I love I'd gladly share My kine and fleecy store . Ah ...
Pagina 59
... gives all it touches ; If you kiss it , they say , That from that blessed day You may kiss whom you please , with your blarney . THE MEN OF TIPPERARY . AIR - Nora Criena . LET Britain boast her British hosts , About them all right ...
... gives all it touches ; If you kiss it , they say , That from that blessed day You may kiss whom you please , with your blarney . THE MEN OF TIPPERARY . AIR - Nora Criena . LET Britain boast her British hosts , About them all right ...
Pagina 61
... Give us to guard our native coasts THE MATCHLESS MEN OF TIPPERARY . ARRANMORE . THOMAS MOORE . ОH ! Arranmore , loved Arranmore , How oft I dream of thee ; And of those days when by thy shore I wandered young and free . Full many a path ...
... Give us to guard our native coasts THE MATCHLESS MEN OF TIPPERARY . ARRANMORE . THOMAS MOORE . ОH ! Arranmore , loved Arranmore , How oft I dream of thee ; And of those days when by thy shore I wandered young and free . Full many a path ...
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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...