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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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Send him to fight for native land—
His is no courage cold and weary; The troops live not on earth to stand
The headlong Charge of Tipperary. Let Britain brag her motley rag;
We'll lift The Green more proud and airy;— Be mine the lot to bear that flag.
And head The Men of Tipperary. Though Britain boasts her British hosts,
About them all right little care we; Give us to guard our native coasts
The Matchless Men of Tipperary. |
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I'M VERY HAPPY WHERE I AM.
I'm very happy where I am.
Far across the say, I'm very happy far from home,
In North Amerikay. It's only In the night, when Pat
Is sleeping by my side, I He awake, and no one knows
The big tears that I've cried; For a little voice, still calls me back
To my far, far counthrle. And nobody can hear it spake.
Oh! nobody but me. There Is a little spot of ground
Behind the chapel wall, It's nothing but a tiny mound,
Without a stone at all; It rises like my heart just now.
It makes a dawny hill; It's from below the voice comes out,
I cannot kape it still. Oh! little voice; ye call me back
To my far, far counthrie, And nobody can hear ye spake.
Oh! nobody but me. |
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THE CLADDAGH BOATMAN.
I am a Claddagh boatman bold.
And humble Is my calling, From morn to night, from dark to light,
In Galway Bay I'm trawling; I care not for the great man's frown,
I ask not for his pity; My wants are few, my heart is true,
I sing a boatman's ditty. I have a fair and gentle wife,
Her name is Eily Holway; With many a wile, and Joke, and smile,
I won the pride of Galway; For twenty years, 'mid hopes and fears,
With her I've faithful tarried; Her heart to-night Is young and light,
As when we first were married. I have a son, a gallant boy,'
Unstained by spot or speckle; He pulls and hauls and mends the trawls.
And minds the other tackle; His mother says, the boy like me,
Loves truth and hates all blarney— The neighbors swear, in Galway Bay
There's not the like of Barney. |
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