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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS |
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MY MOTHER DEAR
THERE was a place in childhood that I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairytales did tell, And gentle words and fond embrace were giv'n with
joy to me, When I was in that happy place—upon my mother's knee.
When fairy-tales were ended, " Good-night," she
softly said, And kissed and laid me down to sleep within my tiny
bed; And holy words she taught me there—methinks I yet
can see Her angel eyes, as close I knelt beside my mother's
knee.
In the sickness of my childhood—the perils of my
prime — The sorrows of my riper years—the cares of every
time — When doubt and danger weighed me down—then
pleading all for me, It was a fervent prayer to Heaven that bent my
mother's knee.
RORY O'MORE
YOUNG Rory O'More courted Kathleen bawn, He was bold as a hawk, and she soft as the dawn ; He wished in his heart pretty Kathleen to please, |
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