The spirit of the nation, ballads and songs, with music

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1861

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Sayfa 186 - Barri's wood the British soldiers burst, The French artillery drove them back, diminished and dispersed. The bloody Duke of Cumberland beheld with anxious eye, And ordered up his last reserve, his latest chance to try. On Fontenoy, on Fontenoy, how fast his generals ride! And mustering come his chosen troops, like clouds at eventide.
Sayfa 39 - Some on the shores of distant lands Their weary hearts have laid, And by the stranger's heedless hands Their lonely graves were made...
Sayfa 144 - So come in the evening or come in the morning, Come when you're looked for, or come without warning, Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you, And the oftener you come here the more I'll adore you.
Sayfa 144 - I'll adore you ! Light is my heart since the day we were plighted ; Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted ; The green of the trees looks far greener than ever, And the linnets are singing,
Sayfa 186 - And mustering come his chosen troops, like clouds at eventide. Six thousand English veterans in stately column tread, Their cannon blaze in front and flank, Lord Hay is at their head; ' Steady they step a-down the slope — steady they climb the hill; Steady they load — steady they fire, moving right onward still...
Sayfa 156 - Ramillies' bloody field, The baffled French were forced to yield, The victor Saxon backward reeled Before the charge of Clare's Dragoons. The Flags, we conquered in that fray, Look lone in Ypres' choir, they say, We'll win them company to-day, Or bravely die like Clare's Dragoons.
Sayfa 15 - Wail, wail ye for the Mighty One ! Wail, wail ye for the Dead ! Quench the hearth, and hold the breath — with ashes strew the head ! How tenderly we loved him ! How deeply we deplore ! Holy Saviour ! but to think we shall never see him more!
Sayfa 56 - And if, when all a vigil keep, The West's asleep, the West's asleep — Alas ! and well may Erin weep, That Connaught lies in slumber deep. But hark ! some voice like thunder spake : " The West's awake ! the West's awake ! " Sing, oh ! hurrah ! let England quake; We'll watch till death for Erin's sake.
Sayfa 39 - The dust of some is Irish earth; Among their own they rest; And the same land that gave them birth Has caught them to her breast; And we will pray that from their clay Full many a race may start Of true men, like you, men, To act as brave a part.
Sayfa 126 - LAND SHE is a rich and rare land; Oh! she's a fresh and fair land, She is a dear and rare land — This native land of mine.

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