Songs of Irish Wit and HumourChatto & Windus, 1884 - 315 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Arrah BARRY OF MACROOM beautiful beauty's Bellewstown bottle bright Charming Judy Callaghan choice may fall COLERAINE cuckoo dance deny drimmin dubh drink Dublin eyes fair Garryowen girl Give Pitt glass Gra-ma-chree harkaway heart heaven hone Hurroo Irish Jim Duff Johnny KENMARE Kilkenny kiss Kitty knew ye ladies lads Larry Grogan Larry McHale LESBIA light lips LONESOME LOVERS look low-backed car Macroom maid Mallow MOLLEEN OGE MOLLY CAREW Molly Malone moon morning ne'er never night Nora Creina o'er Och hone Ohone ould Patrick poor PURTY MOLLY BRALLAGHAN rakes of Mallow Rory O'More rose round say nay say You'll says Rory shamrock so green shillelah and shamrock sigh sing smile soft soon sprig of shillelah Squire Jones sure sweet syren call there's Three Cows thro TOM MOODY Toroddle Twas whisky Who'd Wid my brogues Widow Machree widow Malone wirrasthrue Woman of Three Youghall young
Pasajes populares
Página 171 - THE SPINNING-WHEEL SONG. mELLOW the moonlight to shine is beginning ; Close by the window young Eileen is spinning ; Bent o'er the fire her blind grandmother, sitting, Is crooning and moaning, and drowsily knitting : ' Eileen achora, I hear some one tapping.' ' 'Tis the ivy, dear mother, against the glass flapping.'
Página 254 - beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping With a pitcher of milk for the fair of Coleraine, When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher down tumbled, And all the sweet buttermilk watered the plain. ' Oh, what shall I do now ! 'twas looking at you now, I'm sure such a pitcher I'll ne'er see again. 'Twas the pride of my
Página 243 - may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast, Who but sips of a sweet and then flies to the rest; And, when pleasure begins to grow dull in the east, ' We may order our wings, to be off to the west;
Página 172 - on her lip lays her fingers, Steals up from the seat—longs to go, and yet lingers ; A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother, Puts one foot on the stool, spins the wheel with the other. Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel round, Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's
Página 14 - the fair of Coleraine, When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher down tumbled, And all the sweet buttermilk watered the plain. ' Oh, what shall I do now ! 'twas looking at you now, I'm sure such a pitcher I'll ne'er see again. 'Twas the pride of my
Página 101 - so tempting and glowing, That, spite of her haste, she must gather it too ; But -while o'er the roses too carelessly leaning, Her zone flew in two, and the heart's-ease was lost. ' Ah ! this means,' said the girl (and she sighed at its meaning), ' That love is scarce worth the repose it will cost !
Página 173 - Noiseless and light to the lattice above her The maid steps, then leaps to the arms of her lover. Slower—and slower—and slower the wheel swings ; Lower—and lower—and lower the reel rings ; Ere the reel and the wheel stopped their ringing and moving, Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving
Página 47 - every night that I'm hating you so.' ' Och,' says Rory, ' that same I'm delighted to hear ; For dhrames always go by contraries, my dear. So, jewel, keep dhramin' that same till you die, And bright morning will give dirty night the black lie; And 'tis
Página 124 - GLEE AND CHORUS. THIS bottle's the sun of our table, His beams are rosy wine : We, planets, that are not able Without his help to shine. Let mirth and glee abound ! You'll soon grow bright With borrow'd light, And shine as he goes round.
Página 45 - The love that seeks a home Where wealth or grandeur shines, Is like the gloomy gnome, That dwells in dark gold mines. But oh ! the poet's love Can boast a brighter sphere ; Its native home's above, Tho' woman keeps it here ! Then drink to her,