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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 369 |
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September, Eighteen-Three,
Closed this cruel history, When Emmet's blood the scaffold flowed upon.
Oh, had their spirits been wise,
They might then realize Their freedom—but we drink to Emmet that is gone,
boys—gone. Here's the memory of the friends that are gone ! |
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CHARMING JUDY CALLAGHAN
V| "»WAS on a windy night
At two o'clock in the morning, An Irish lad so tight, All wind and weather scorning, At Judy Callaghan's door, Sitting upon the palings, His love-tale he did pour,
And this was part of his waitings :—
Only say You'll be Mrs. Brallaghan, Don't say nay, Charming Judy Callaghan !
Oh ! list to what I say,
Charms you've got like Venus; Own your love you may,
There's but the wall between us. You lie fast asleep,
Snug in bed and snoring; Round the house I creep,
Your hard heart imploring. |
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