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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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They must love thee, Norah darling
When they look into those eyes. Oh, thou'lt never let them rob me
Ot the heart I dearly prize. Thou wilt not forget me, Norah,
When their tales ot love you hear. Never heed their treacherous whispers,
Don't believe them, Norah dear. |
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ERIN OF THE STREAMS.
You ask me then to sing;
Come your wine and goblets bring, I've a toast that shall light up your eyes—
It is my country's name,
With her proud and holy fame— Here's to Erin of the Streams—then arise!—then arise! Here's to Erin of the Streams—then arise!
When last our proud flag rose,
To strike ruin on our foes, Midst the ranks of that foe did it fall.
Next time our hands unfold
This dear flag of green and gold, O'er a nation shall it wave—lov'd by all!—lov'd by all! O'er a nation shall it wave—loved by all. - Then fill your goblets high,
And drink your bumpers dry, Sure souls like our own shall be free!
Of love let others sing,
Among us this toast shall ring— Here's to Erin of the Streams—drink with me—drink with me! Here's to Erin of the Streams—drink .with me—drink with me! |
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MARCH TO THE BATTLE FIELD.
March to the battle field,
The foe is now before us; Each heart is freedom's shield, And heaven is smiling o'er us. The woes and pains, The galling chains, That keep our spirits under, In proud disdain, We've broken again, ^
And tore each link asunder. March to the, &c. Who, for his country brave,
Would fiy from her invader? Who, bis base life to save. Would, traitor-like, degrade her? Our hailow'd cause. Our home and laws, 'Gainst tyrant power sustaining. We'll gain a crown Of bright renown, Or die—our rights maintaining! March to the, &c. |
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HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR.
•How dear to me the hour when daylight dies.
And sunbeams melt along the siient sea: For then sweet dreams of other days arise, ■ And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And .as I watch the line of light that plays
Along the smooth wave toward the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays, And think 'twould lead to some bright Isle of rest. As love's young dream! |
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