Popular Songs of IrelandThomas Crofton Croker Colburn, 1839 - 340 Seiten |
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... grow . On the summit , heaps of stones have been piled up in different places ; to serve , probably , the double purpose of altars and sheltering spots from the wind : they are of three sides , open at the top , and in front . This ...
... grow . On the summit , heaps of stones have been piled up in different places ; to serve , probably , the double purpose of altars and sheltering spots from the wind : they are of three sides , open at the top , and in front . This ...
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... grows a bunch of three - leaved grass , Called by the boglanders shamrogues , A present for the Queen of Shoges , + ... grow in this same grove ; Should Nees so luckily succeed , ' Twould be luck in a bag , ' indeed . And fait , fy mayn ...
... grows a bunch of three - leaved grass , Called by the boglanders shamrogues , A present for the Queen of Shoges , + ... grow in this same grove ; Should Nees so luckily succeed , ' Twould be luck in a bag , ' indeed . And fait , fy mayn ...
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... grow together . " " " THE SHAMROCK COCKADE . Bring me a bunch of suggane ropes , Of shamroges and pottado tops , To make a lawrel So says the " Irish Hudibras . " The Loyal Volunteers of Cork appear to have contented themselves by ...
... grow together . " " " THE SHAMROCK COCKADE . Bring me a bunch of suggane ropes , Of shamroges and pottado tops , To make a lawrel So says the " Irish Hudibras . " The Loyal Volunteers of Cork appear to have contented themselves by ...
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... grows in our isle , " Twas St. Patrick himself , sure , that set it ; And the sun of his labour with pleasure did smile , And with dew from his eye often wet it . It thrives through the bog , through the brake , through the mireland ...
... grows in our isle , " Twas St. Patrick himself , sure , that set it ; And the sun of his labour with pleasure did smile , And with dew from his eye often wet it . It thrives through the bog , through the brake , through the mireland ...
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... grow . Shout for it , Munster men , * Till the bogs quake again , Whack for O'Shaughnashane ! Tooley whagg ho ! " It is useless to detain the reader by entering into an inquiry about the lost treatise on this inestimable vegetable ...
... grow . Shout for it , Munster men , * Till the bogs quake again , Whack for O'Shaughnashane ! Tooley whagg ho ! " It is useless to detain the reader by entering into an inquiry about the lost treatise on this inestimable vegetable ...
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adieu appears Avondu ballad beautiful Blackpool Blarney Castle Bog of Allen bogs Bounce upon Bess boys bumpers Callanan called Carrigaline Castle celebrated copy Croagh Patrick Croker dear Doneraile Donnybrook fair drink Dublin Editor English Erin's favourite Fir bolg following song gentleman glass Gougane Barra Groves of Blarney heart hill Hillaloo honour Hudibras humour Irish Hudibras Irishman John Jonah Barrington Kilkenny Kilternan king Kinsale land Limerick liquor little shamrock Lord lyric Lysaght Macroom Mallow manuscript Millikin morning mountain Munster ne'er never o'er O'Kelly Patrick Patrick's day plains of Onnabuoy plant poems poet popular potato poteen printed Quia tu semper remarkable river river Lee root Saint says semper intacta manes shamrock shamrock so green shew sing Sir Walter Skellig List spirit sprig of Shillelah sung sweet thee there's thou faithless world town Twas verse Waterford whisky-punch wild
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Seite 234 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Seite 236 - Of thy belfry, knelling Its bold notes free, Made the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand, on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee. I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's Mole...
Seite 143 - There is a stone there, that whoever kisses, Oh! he never misses to grow eloquent. 'Tis he may clamber to a lady's chamber, Or become a member of parliament: A clever spouter he'll sure turn out, or An out-and-outer, "to be let alone," Don't hope to hinder him, or to bewilder him; Sure he's a pilgrim from the Blarney stone!
Seite 33 - ... and if they found a plot of water-cresses or shamrocks, there they flocked as to a feast for the time, yet not able to continue there withal; that in short space there were none almost left, and a most populous and plentiful country suddenly left void of man and beast."*** The authors of this calamity reaped from it the expected fruits.
Seite 220 - In seventeen hundred and forty and four, The fifth of December, I think, 'twas no more, At five in the morning by most of the clocks, We rode from Kilruddery in search of a fox.
Seite 133 - Blacke-water, and the Liffar deep, Sad Trowis, that once his people over-ran, Strong Allo tombling from Slewlogher steep, And Mulla mine, whose waves I whilom taught to weep.
Seite 225 - And on the broken pavement, here and there, Doth many a stinking sprat and herring lie; A brandy and tobacco shop is near, And hens, and dogs, and hogs, are feeding by : And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry.
Seite 202 - Still, still in those wilds might young liberty rally, And send her strong shout over mountain and valley, The star of the west might yet rise in its glory, And the land that was darkest be brightest in story.
Seite 146 - Tis there the lake is, well stored with perches, And comely eels in the verdant mud; Besides the leeches, and groves of beeches, Standing in order for to guard the flood.
Seite 271 - The town of Passage Is both large and spacious, And situated Upon the say. 'Tis nate and dacent, And quite adjacent To come from Cork On a summer's day ; There you may slip in To take a dipping, Foment the shipping That at anchor ride ; Or in a wherry Cross o'er the ferry To Carrigaloe, On the other side.