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Volume Two - Complete Text & Lyrics

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568        INDEX OF FIRST LINES
Set in this stormy Northern sea..........    II, 487
Shall mine eyes behold thy glory, O my country ...    II, 258
Shall they bury me in the deep..........      I, 216
Shall we, the storm-tossed sailors, weep......    II, 270
She casts a spell—oh ! casts a Spell........      I, 418
She is a rich and rare land...........      I, 217
She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps .    II, 166
She is my love beyond all thought.......          I, 379
She walks as she were moving..........    II, 280
Shepherds, I have lost my love..........    II, 217
Shiela-ni-Gara, it is lonesome where you bide ....    II, 78
Shout for the mighty men........■. . . .      I, 184
Show me a sight...............      I, 380
Silence sleeping on a waste of ocean .......    II, 261
Silent, O Moyle, be the roar of thy water .....    11,171.
Sleep, my child, my darling child.....". . . .    II, 409
Sleep on, for I know 'tis of me you are dreaming . .      I, 63
Soft mist on Irish mountain........ . .      I, 236
Solomon ! where is thy throne..........    II, 104
Some laws there are too sacred..........      I, 227
Some murmur, when their sky is clear.......    II, 445
Soon and forever.......... .....    II, 148
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ...        II, 167
Speed on, speed on, good master . .'.......    11,307
Stand up—erect! Thou hast the form.......      I, 346
Still, although I know our ways.........        II, 268
Sunset and silence ; a man............      I, 159
Sure, he's five months, an' he's two foot long ...        II, 341
Sure this is blessed Erin.............    II, 346
Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee.......    11,471
Sweet Chloe advised me, in accents divine.....    II, 29
Sweet in her green dell.............      I, 198
Sweet is a voice in the land of gold........    II, 337
Sweet Land of Song ! thy harp doth hang.....    II, 20
Take back into thy bosom, Earth.........    11, 338
Take my heart's blessing over to dear Eire's strand •   II, 330
Take, proud ambition, take thy fill........      I, 122
Tarry thou yet, late lingerer...........    II, 285
Th'anam an Dhia. But there it is........    II, o