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Volume Two - Complete Text & Lyrics

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
567
On the ocean that hollows the rocks........     I, 393
On the white hawthorn's bloom..........     I, 143
Once I strayed from Charleville.........   II, 97
Once Manannan Mac Lir his deep blue mantle cast .     I, 409
One morning by the streamlet I walked......   II, 195
One morning, walking out...........     I, 19
One sweet evening in spring, as the daylight died . .   II, 459
One touch there is of magic white..........     I, 14
One winter's day, long, long ago.........     I, 454
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses,   II, 451
Outworn heart, in a time outworn.........   II, 526
Over here in England I'm helpin' wi' the hay ....   II, 340
Over moving water and surges white.......   II, 136
Over the dim blue hills.............     1,127
Paler and thinner the morning moon grew ....   II, 64
Prince Baile of Ulster rode out in the morn.....     I, 83
Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding ....   II, 40
Put your head, darling, darling, darling......     I, 287
" Read out the names ".............     I, 148
Red wind from out the East...........     I, 438
" Remember, Denis, all I bade you say "......     1,321
Rest asthoreen, down the boreen.........   II, 241
Rich and rare were the gems she wore......   II, 165
" Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot"........   II, 306
Righ Shemus, he has gone to France.......     I, 267
Ring, little bells, tormenting tunes........     I, 159
Ringleted youth of my love...........     I, 420
Ring-Ting! I wish I were a Primrose.......     I, 45
River of billows, to whose mighty heart......     I, 228
Roll forth, my song, like the rushing river.....   II, 118
Rose o' the World, she came to my bed......     I, 137
Sad is our youth, for it is ever going.......     I, 230
Sad is yonder blackbird's Song .........   II, 332
Sail bravely on, thou gallant bark.........   II, 429
Says the bee to the flow'ret..........   II, 511
Seek not the tree of silkiest bark ........     1.231
Seest thou how just the hand of heav'n has been . .     I, 162