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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. 131
The birds of the forest, they all flock together;
The turtle was chosen to dwell with the dor*, So I'm resolved in fair or foul weather,
Once in the Spring to seek out my love. Oh, he Is all my treasure, my Joy and my pleaaur*.
He's Justly belov'd though my heart follow thee, How constant and kind, and courageous of mind,
Deserving of blessing wherever he be. It's not the wide ocean can fright me with danger.
Although like a pilgrim I wander forlorn, For I'll find more friendship from one that's a stranger.
More than from one that In Briton was born. |
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SONG OF INNISFAIL.
They came from a land beyond the sea,
And now o'er the western main Set sail, in their good ships, gallantly,
From the sunny land of Spain. "Oh! Where's the Isle we've seen in dreams,
Our destined home or grave?" Thus sung they, as by the morning's beams,
They swept the Atlantic wave. And, lo! where afar o'er ocean shines
A sparkle of radiant green, As though In that deep lay emerald mines.
Whose light through the wave was seen. " 'Tls Innlsfail, 'tis Innisfall!"
Rings o'er the echoing sea; ■While bending to Heav'n, the warriors hall
That home of the brave and free. Then turned they unto the Eastern wave,
Where now their Day-Glod's eye A look of such sunny omen gave
As lighted up sea and sky; Nor frown was seen through sky or sea,
Nor tear o'er leaf or sod, When first on the Isle of Destiny
Our great forefathers trod. |
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AILLEEN.
'Tis not for love of gold I go,
'Tls not for love of fame; Tho' fortune should her smile bestow.
And I may win a Tiame, Allleen,
And I may win a name. And yet it is for gold I go,
And yet It is for fame, That they may deck another- brow,
And bless another name, Allleen,
And bless another name. For this—but this—I go; for this
I lose thy love awhlie, And all the soft and quiet bliss
Of thy young, faithful smiie, Allleen,
Of thy young, faithful smile. And go to brave a world I hate,
And woo it o'er and o'er, And tempt a wave, and try a fate
Upon a stranger shore, Allleen,
Upon a stranger shore. Oh! when the bays are all my own,
I know a heart will care! Oh! when the gold Is wooed and won,
I know a brow shall wear, Allleen,
I know a brow shall wear. |
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