The Sprig of Shillelah: A Collection of the Most Humorous and Popular Irish SongsDavid Bryce, 1852 - 336 Seiten |
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... growing , For a bowld sojer boy ! Where right or left we go , Sure you know , friend or foe , Will have the hand or toe From the bowld sojer boy . There's not a town we march through , But ladies looking arch through The window panes ...
... growing , For a bowld sojer boy ! Where right or left we go , Sure you know , friend or foe , Will have the hand or toe From the bowld sojer boy . There's not a town we march through , But ladies looking arch through The window panes ...
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... moon : I've a frozen flame from Mount Etna , Caught by a man passing by ; A sly Cupid's dart forged at Gretna , With the lash of Pope Gregory's eye . Oh , a fig , & c . I've got a full grown alligator , That in sleep 16.
... moon : I've a frozen flame from Mount Etna , Caught by a man passing by ; A sly Cupid's dart forged at Gretna , With the lash of Pope Gregory's eye . Oh , a fig , & c . I've got a full grown alligator , That in sleep 16.
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... grown alligator , That in sleep turned himself inside out ; The tail of the great agitator , With a knot of the first Russian krout . I've a pair of kid shoes , made of satin , A nutmeg as big as your head ; The chair that old King ...
... grown alligator , That in sleep turned himself inside out ; The tail of the great agitator , With a knot of the first Russian krout . I've a pair of kid shoes , made of satin , A nutmeg as big as your head ; The chair that old King ...
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... grows cool , for whenever I try To get one in my heart - I get two in my eye ; Thus to all kinds of beautics I pay my devotions , And all sorts of liquors by turns I make mine : So I'll finish the thing , Now you see that I sing , With ...
... grows cool , for whenever I try To get one in my heart - I get two in my eye ; Thus to all kinds of beautics I pay my devotions , And all sorts of liquors by turns I make mine : So I'll finish the thing , Now you see that I sing , With ...
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... grown , So e'en take that , they're both you're own , My nightcap and my heart too . With that , the soul , she smiled to hear , Her lovely self to me was dear , And Judy's smile brought Hope to cheer The faithful heart of Looney : Upon ...
... grown , So e'en take that , they're both you're own , My nightcap and my heart too . With that , the soul , she smiled to hear , Her lovely self to me was dear , And Judy's smile brought Hope to cheer The faithful heart of Looney : Upon ...
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The Sprig of Shillelah: A Collection of the Most Humorous and Popular Irish ... Dinny Blake Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
aisy Arrah Ballinaclash Ballyporeen beat beautiful Biddy blarney bottle Brian Boru brogue Bryan O'Lynn bumper CHARLES LEVER charming Cork cried dance Dandyorum Darby darling dear Dermot Derry devil divil Donnybrook fair drink Dublin Erin eyes faith fal de ral father fight frisky Garryowen gave girls Gramachree heart Irish Irishman's janius Judy Katty Kilkenny king Kinsale kiss ladies live Malone marry merry mighty Molly Cree Molly Malone morning mother nate ne'er neat never night Norah Daly O'Toole Ochone ould Paddy Patrick Patrick O'Neal Patrick's day piper poor potatoes poteen praties Rooney round row dow dow Saint Saint Patrick SAMUEL LOVER says Shelah sigh sing smalilou soon sprig of Shillelah stick sure Teddy the Tiler tell there's tippled Tol lol Tooral town Twas wake of Teddy wedding whack whisky Widow Jones Widow Machree young
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Seite 276 - 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 277 - I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's Mole in, Their thunder rolling From the Vatican, And cymbals glorious Swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets Of Notre Dame ; But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, Pealing solemnly.
Seite 5 - tis all for good luck," says bold Rory O'More. " Arrah, Kathleen, my darlint, you've teased me enough; Sure, I've thrashed, for your sake, Dinny Grimes and Jim Duff; And I've made myself, drinking your health, quite a baste, So I think, after that, I may talk to the priest.
Seite 5 - Then Rory, the rogue, stole his arm round her neck, So soft and so white, without freckle or speck ; And he...
Seite 52 - Bacchus' sons be not dismayed, But join with me each jovial blade Come booze and sing, and lend your aid To help me with the chorus; Instead of Spa we'll drink brown ale, And pay the reckoning on the nail; No man for debt shall go to gaol From Garryowen in glory!
Seite 239 - Her cheeks were red, her eyes were blue. Her hair was brown, of deepest hue, Her foot was small, and neat to view, Her waist was slight and taper. Her voice was music to your ear, A lovely brogue, so rich and clear, Oh, the like I ne'er again shall hear As from sweet Mary Draper. " She'd ride a wall, she'd drive a team, Or with a fly she'd whip a stream, Or maybe sing you ' Rousseau's Dream,' For nothing could escape her ; I've seen her, too — upon my word — At sixty yards bring down her bird.
Seite 4 - Now, Rory, be aisy," sweet Kathleen would cry (Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye), "With your tricks I don't know, in troth, what I'm about, Faith, you've teased till I've put on my cloak inside out.
Seite 271 - We'll all be there. To meet the French in the morning. May his bright laurels never fade, Who leads our fighting fifth brigade. Those lads so true in heart and blade, And famed for danger scorning ; So join me in one hip, hurra, And drink e'en to the coming day.
Seite 124 - THE Groves of Blarney They look so charming Down by the purling, Of sweet silent streams. Being banked with posies That spontaneous grow there, Planted in order By the sweet 'Rock Close'.
Seite 29 - So lovely the Widow Malone. Of lovers she had a full score, Or more; And fortunes they all had galore, In store; From the minister down To the clerk of the crown, All were courting the Widow Malone, Ohone!