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Page |
Verses |
| Ah, soldiers of Britain, your merciless doings (fl) |
3-6 |
6 |
| There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin (fl) |
6-9 |
5 |
| As down on Banna's banks I stray'd, one morning in May (fl) |
9-11 |
7 |
| Oh, did you not hear of Kate Kearney (fl) |
11 |
2 |
| Oh yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney (fl) |
12 |
4 |
| Where Liffey rolls its silver stream (fl) |
13 |
2 |
| Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises (fl) |
13-14 |
4 |
| Sleep on, sleep on, my Kathleen dear (fl) |
15 |
1 |
| Ah! dark are the halls where your ancestors revell'd (fl) |
15-16 |
2 |
| Beam on the streamlet was playing, The (fl) |
16-17 |
3 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
17-18 |
2 |
| Oh! the moment was sad, when my love and I parted (fl) |
18-19 |
3 |
| To thy green fields, sweet Erin, I've long bid adieu (fl) |
19-20 |
2 |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
20-21 |
6 |
| Remember the glories of Brien the brave (fl) |
22-23 |
3 |
| When he who adores thee, has left but the name (fl) |
23-24 |
2 |
| Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes (fl) |
24-25 |
2 |
| Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see (fl) |
25-26 |
3 |
| Oh! think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
26-27 |
3 |
| We may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| Come send round the wine, and leave points of belief (fl) |
29-30 |
2 |
| Drink to her, who long (fl) |
31-32 |
3 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
32-33 |
3 |
| When through life unblest we rove (fl) |
33-34 |
3 |
| 'Tis believed that this harp, which I wake now for thee (fl) |
34-35 |
4 |
| Sun was set, the sky serene, The (fl) |
35-36 |
3 |
| Thou dear seducer of my heart (fl) |
36-37 |
6 |
| As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow (fl) |
37-38 |
3 |
| Take back the virgin page (fl) |
38-39 |
4 |
| How oft has the Benshee cried (fl) |
40 |
3 |
| Believe me if all those endearing young charms (fl) |
41 |
2 |
| While gazing on the moon's light (fl) |
42-43 |
2 |
| When day-light was yet sleeping under the billow (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| [Wear with me the rosy wreath] (fl) |
45 |
3 |
| Oh! blame not the bard if he fly to the bow'r (fl) |
46-48 |
4 |
| Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy waters (fl) |
48-49 |
2 |
| My thoughts delight to wander (fl) |
49-50 |
4 |
| Ah! sweet were the moments when love vows repeating (fl) |
50-51 |
2 |
| Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that where e'er we rove (fl) |
51-52 |
2 |
| As on a wave the sun beam slept (fl) |
53-54 |
4 |
| Fair Sally, once the village pride (fl) |
54-55 |
6 |
| Oh! Hush the soft sigh, maid, and dry the sweet tear (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| Ye winds and ye waves, bear my sorrows away (fl) |
56-57 |
3 |
| My Eva! see this op'ning rose (fl) |
57 |
1 |
| Harp that once through Tarra's halls, The [sic] (fl) |
58 |
2 |
| O, ever in my bosom live (fl) |
58-59 |
6 |
| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt (fl) |
60-62 |
6 |
| Oh! hast thou e'er seen the first star of the night (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| As I strayed o'er a common on Cork's rugged border (fl) |
63-66 |
5 |
| To the cliffs, while below the huge surges are foaming (fl) |
66-69 |
6 |
| Within this shelter'd mossy dell (fl) |
70 |
4 |