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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. SS
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And you may go In Where one Molly Bowen Keeps a nate hotel
For a quiet lunch. But land or deck on, You may sately reckon, Whatsoever country
You come hither from. On an Invitation To a jollification With a parish priest,
That's called "Father Tom." Of ships there's one fixed For lodging convicts, A floating "stone jug,"
Of amazing bulk: The hake and salmon. Playing at bagammon, Swim foe dlvarsion
All round this hulk; There "Saxon" jailors Keep brave repailers, Who soon with sailors
Must anchor weigh From th' em'rald Island, Ne'er to see dry land . Until they spy land
In sweet Bot'ny Bay. |
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GRA GAL MACHREE.
My Darling, I swear I will love you forever;
O, look in my face, love, and dry those sad eyes; Though to-morrow we part, yet this bosom shall never
Forget the dear home where my soul's treasure lies. The bee loves the flowers, the small birds the bowers;
Fair meadows look gay when the sunlight they see, But ah, more sincerely my heart prizes dearly,
The bloom on thy cheek, my sweet Gra Gal Macbree.
Long years I may wander o'er earth and wide ocean,
From the friends of my youth doomed an exile to roam; Long years, yet the thoughts of this bosom shall never
Forget the dear friends of my own dearest home. By night or by day, love, dejected or gay, love,
Never from thee, love, my thoughts they can stray. Till the exile, returning with hopes brightly burning,
Claims the vows of his bethrothed Gra Gal Machree. |
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CHEER! BOYS, CHEER!
Cheer! boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow;'
Courage! true hearts shall bear us on our way, Hope points before, and shows the bright to-morrow;
Let us forget the darkness of to-day; So farewell, Erin, much as we may love thee,
We'll dry the tears that we've shed before; Why should we weep to sail in search of fortune,
So farewell, Erin, forevermore. Cheer! boys, cheer! for Erin, dearest Erin;
Cheer! boys, cheer! the willing strong right hand; Cheer! boys, cheer! there's wealth for honest labor;
Cheer! boys, cheer! for the new and happy land.
Cheer! boys, cheer! the steady breeze Is blowing, To float us freely o'er the ocean's breast,
The world shall follow in the track we're going, The star of emDlre glitters in the West.
Here we had toil, and little to reward it, But there shall plenty smile upon our pain, |
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