Songs of Irish Wit and HumourChatto & Windus, 1884 - 315 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Arrah BARRY OF MACROOM beautiful Bekays Bellewstown Blarney Castle blessed blue bottle bowld sojer boy bright bumpers colleen Cork cuckoo dance deny drimmin dubh drink eyes fair Father Molloy FOX HUNT Garryowen girl Give Pitt Glanmire glass Groves harkaway heart hone Hullahoo Hurroo Irish Johnny Johnny Adair kiss Kitty knew ye ladies lads Lanigan's ball Larry Grogan Larry McHale Larry O'Gaff light lips look lover low-backed car Macroom maid Mallow Molly Malone moon ne'er never night o'er ould Paddy O'Rafther Patrick poor priest rakes of Mallow rose round says Larry shamrock so green shillelah and shamrock sigh sing soon sowl spade and hand sprig of shillelah Squire Jones sure sweet sweetheart syren call T. D. SULLIVAN there's Three Cows thro tide top TOM MOODY Twas Twould W. S. GILBERT wheel whisky Wid my brogues Widow Machree widow Malone Woman of Three young ΑΝΟΝ
Pasajes populares
Página 139 - I'll wager the rascals a crown, They always preach best with a skinful. But when you come down with your pence For a slice of their scurvy religion, I'll leave it to all men of sense, But you, my good friend, are the pigeon. Toroddle, toroddle, toroll. Then come, put the jorum about, And let us be merry and clever, Our hearts and our liquors are stout, Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever.
Página 20 - I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me ; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip, But where my own did hope to sip.
Página 16 - LESBIA hath a beaming eye, But no one knows for whom it beameth ; Right and left its arrows fly, But what they aim at no one dreameth.
Página 29 - I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing. Tho' Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorn'd the lore she brought me, My only books Were woman's looks, And folly's all they've taught me. Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the Sprite*, Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted.
Página 285 - O'Carrolls also, famed when Fame was only for the boldest, Rest in forgotten sepulchres with Erin's best and oldest; Yet who so great as they of yore in battle or carouse? Just think of that, and hide your head, good Woman of Three Cows!
Página 155 - Live the rakes of Mallow. When at home with dadda dying, Still for Mallow water crying ; But where there's good claret plying, Live the rakes of Mallow. Living short but merry lives ; Going where the devil drives ; Having sweethearts, but no wives, Live the rakes of Mallow.
Página 52 - I'm whistling or lilting what you sung, Your smile is always in my heart, your name beside my tongue; But...
Página 249 - 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...
Página 62 - tis just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon.
Página 44 - With golden key wealth thought To pass — but 'twould not do : While wit a diamond brought Which cut his bright way through ! Then here 's to her who long Hath waked the poet's sigh, The girl who gave to song What gold could never buy...