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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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I engaged my passage for New York, and, on arriving there.
To seek and find my Irish boy I quickly did prepare;
I searched New York and Providence, and Boston, all in vain.
But the face of my bonny Irish boy was nowhere to bo s«en.
I went to Philadelphia, and from there to Baltimore,
I searched the state of Maryland, I searched it o'er and o'er,
I prayed that I might find him, wherever he might be,
But the face of my bonny Irish boy I could no longer sea.
One night as I lay in my bed, I dreamt I was his bride,
And sitting on the Blue Bell Hiii, and he sat by my side,
A-gathering primroses, like the happy days of yore,
I awoke quite broken hearted in the city of Baltimore.
Early then next morning a knock came to my door,
I heard his voice, I knew it was the lad I did adore;
I hurried up to let him in, I never felt such Joy
As when I fell into the arms of my darling Irish boy.
Now that we are married, he never shall go to sea,
He knows I love him dearly, and I'm sure that he loves me;
My first sweet son is called for him, my heart's delight and joy,
He's the picture of his father, he's a darling Irish boy.
Farewell to Londonderry, I ne'er shall see you more.
Ah, many a pleasant night we spent around the sweet Lones Moor;
Our pockets were light, our hearts were good, we longed to be froe.
And talked about a happy home and the land of liberty. |
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COLLEEN DHAS MACHREE.
The shadows fall, and low the sun is sinking,
His last rays tinge with gold the waters blue, And of you, Kate, alanna, I am thinking,
Tho' waves divide us, still-I know you're true; • I'll not forget we parted, love, in sadness,
In tears I left you at your cabin door, But now your letter fills my heart with gladness,
In ecstacy I read it o'er and o'er. Chorus.—Tho' distant far, and waves between us divide,
By night and day I'll ever think of thee; I will be true, whatever may betide,
My own sweet darling, colleen dhas machree. Tho' years may pass before I'll be returning
To clasp you to my breast, love, as of old, Yet I will come to thee with hopes high burning,
And claim my treasure, better far than gold. And when my bark is proudly homeward dashing,
Oh, let your eyes my brilliant beacon be; There keep the love-light brightly flashing,
My own sweet darling, colleen dhas machree. |
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ERIN'S GREEN SHORE.
One evening, so late, as I rambled
On the banks of a clear purling stream, I sat myself down on a bed of primroses,
And so gently fell into a dream. I dreamt I beheld a fair female,
Her equal I ne'er saw before, As she sighed for the wrongs of her country,
As she strayed along Erin's green shore.
I quickly addressed this fair female,
"My jewel, come teii me your name, For here in this country, I know, you're a stranger,
Or I would not have asked you the same." She resembled the Goddess of Liberty,
And of Freedom the mantle she wore, As she sighed for the wrongs of her country,
As she strayed along Erin's green shore. |
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