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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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THE BLARNEY.
Oh! did you ne'er hear of the Blarney That's found near the banks of Killarney?
Believe It from me,
No girl's heart Is free, Once she hears the sweet sound of the Blarney. The Blarney's so great a deceiver, That a girl thinks you're there tho' you leave her;
And she never finds out
All the tricks you're about, Till she's quite gone herself with your Blarney.
Oh! say, would you find this same Blarney? There's a castle not far from Killarney;
On the top of Its wall
(But take care you don't fall) There's a stone that contains all this blarney.
Like a magnet, its Influence such Is, That attraction It gives all it touches;
If you kiss it, they say,
That from that blessed day Tou may kiss whom you please, with your blarney. |
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YE DARK HAIR'D YOUTHS.
Ye dark-halr'd youths and elders hoary.
List to the wand'ring harper's song; My clairseach weeps my true love's story
In my true love's native tongue: She's bound and bleeding 'neatb th' oppressor,
Pew her friends and fierce her foe, And brave hearts cold who would redress her.
Mo chreevln evtn alga, O! My love had riches once and beauty
Till want and sorrow paled her cheek; And stalwart hearts for honour's duty—
They're crouching now, like cravens sleek.* O' Heav'n! that ere this day of rigour
Saw sons of heroes abject, low— And blood and tears thy face disfigure,
Mo chreevln evin alga, O! I'd sing ye more but age Is stealing
Along my pulse and tuneful fires; Far bolder woke my chord appealing,
For cravsn Sheamus, to your sires. Arouse to vengeance, men of brav'ry
For broken oaths—for altars low— For bonds that bind in bitter slav'ry
Mo chreevln evin alga, 0! |
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THE FAIRY BOY,
A mother came when the stars wer» paling,
Wailing round a lonely spring; Thus she cried while tears were falling,
Calling on the fairy King: "■Why with spells my child caressing,
Courting him with fairy joy; "Why destroy a mother's blessing,
.Wherefore steal my baby boy? "O'er the mountain, through the wild wood.
Where his childhood loved to play; Where the flowers are freshly springing,
There I wander day by day. |
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