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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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Her sons are so gallant, so noble, so true, So fond of their country, their patriots not few, That the harp of the minstrel is never unstrung. But strikes in bold chords to the air that is sung
Of th« sprigs of shillelagh and shamrock so green. |
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THE EOSE OF TEAIEE.
The pale moon was rising above the green mountain,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea, When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain
That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee. She was lovely and fair as the rose In the summer,
Yet 'twas not her Beauty alone that won me, Oh, no, 'twas the truth in her eye ever dawning,
That made me love Mary, the rose of Tralee. The cool shades of ev'ning their mantle was spreading,
And Mary, all smiling add list'nlng to me, The moon thro' the valley her pale rays was shedding.
When I won the heart of the rose of Tralee.
Though lovely and fair, &c.
BEAUTIFUL GIRL OF KILDAEE.
Beautiful girl of Klldare, I'm dreaming, sweet one, of thee,
Far o'er the sea we must part, it makes me sad, oh, it breaks my heart;
But be of good cheer, I will see thee again,
Where naught will disturb our hearts, cause us pain;
Then we'll he happy and free from all care,
My beauty, my beautiful girl of Kildare.
Beautiful girl of Kildare, oh, she Is so sweet to me,
Her eyes are deep blue and her hair it is loving and flowing so fret,
Oh, say, must we part in this wide world of pain?
Not long, for we'll soon see each other again;
Then we'll be happy and free from all care,
My beauty, my beautiful girl of Kildare. |
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AN IRISH FAIR DAY.
My mem'ry steals back to the land of my birth
No matter where I may roam, And I think of the merry old times we would have
On a Fair day at home; When the lads and the lasses would tip off their glasses,
They'd smile and look pretty as the blossoms In May, They'd sing and they'd dance to the sweet Irish music
You only could hear on an Irish Pair day. Chorus.—
An Irish Fair day, an Irish Pair day, Oh, give me an Irish Fair day; When the lads and the lasses would tip off their glasses,
And smile and be happy on an Irish Fair day. How often I've tripped'o'er the meadows so green.
My darling colleen by my side, And made the bright roses appear on her cheeks,
When I called her my beautiful bride. With lips like the cherry, her laugb was so merry,
Her foot was as light as fairies at play, How the old people watched us keep time to th" pipers
In dancing the jigs on an Irish Pair day. Oh, I love to remember those merry old days1,
The days that shall come back no more, When our hearts were as light as the birds in the air
That sang upon Erin's green shore; With dancing and singing we kept the place ringing.
We'd kiss the fair lasses or fight in a fray. But we parted as brother, there was no bad feeling
To mar the good times of an Irish Fair day. |
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