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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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OH, YES—SO WELL, SO TENDEELY!
Oh, yes—so well, so tenderly,
Thou'rt loved, adored by me; Fame, fortune, wealth, and liberty,
Are worthless without thee! Though brimmed with blisses pure and rare,
Life's cup before me lay. Unless thy love were mingled there,
I'd spurn the draught away. Without thy smile, how joylessly
All Glory's meeds I see! And even the wreath of Victory
Must owe its bloom to thee. ' • Those world for which the conq'ror sighs.
For me have now no charms; My only world those radiant eyes,
My only throne those circling arms! |
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OH, REMEMBER THE TIME!
Oh, remember the time in La Mancha's shades,
When our moments so blissfully flew; When you called me the flower of Castilian maids,
And I blushed to be called so by you; When I taught you to warble the gay Seguadille,
And to dance to the light Castanet; Oh, never, dear youth, let you roam where you will,
The delight of those moments forget! They tell me you lovers from Erin's green isle
Every hour a new passion can feel; And that soon, in the light of some lovelier smile,
You'll forget the poor maid of Castile. But they know not how brave In the battle you are.
Or they never could think you would rove; For 'tis always the spirit most gallant in war
That is fondest and truest in love. |
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PEETTY MAID MILKING HEE COW..
It being on a fine summer's morning,
As birds sweetly tuned on each bough, I heard a fair maid sing most charming
As she sat milking her cow. -Her voice was enchanting—melodious,
Which left me scarce able to go; My heart it was soothed In solace.
By the pretty maid milking her cow.. With courtesy I did salute her;
"Good-morrow, most amiable maid; I am your captive slave for the future."
"Kind sir, do not banter," she said. "I am not such a precious rare Jewel,
That I should enamor you so; I am but a plain country girl," ,
Said this pretty maid milking her cow. "The Indies afford no such jewel,
So precious and transparent clear, (
Oh! do not refuse to be my jewel,
But consent and love me, my dear; Take pity and grant my desire,
And leave me no longer In woe; Oh! love me, or else I'll expire,
Sweet Colleen dhas cruthin amoe." "I don't understand what you mean, sir;
I never was a slave yet to love; These emotions I cannot experience.
So, I pray, these affections remove; |
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