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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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"I know you're a true son of Granu»,
And my secrete to you I'll unfold; Tor here In the midst of all dangers,
Not knowing my friends from my foes. I'm the daughter of Daniel O'Connell,
And from England I lately came o'er, I've come to awaken my brethren
That slumber on Erin's green shore." Her eyes were like two sparkling diamond*
Or the stars of a cold frosty night; Her cheeks were two blooming roses,
And her teeth of the Ivory so white. She resembled the Goddess of Freedom,
And green was the mantle she wore, Bound 'round with the shamrock and roses
That grew along Erin's green shore. In transports of joy I awoke,
And found I had been in a dream; For this beautiful damsel had fled me,
And I longed to slumber again. May the heavens above be her guardian,
For I know I shall see her no more; May the sunbeams of glory shine o'er her.
As she strays along Erin's green shore. |
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NORINE MAURINE.
Ah, Norine Maurlne, I'm out In the gloaming,
Down where the nightingale's singing Its lay, Under the willows I'm waiting thy coming,
Ere yet the gray twilight has shaded the day; The sun kissed the Occident long ere I started,
And sank into rest 'neath the amethyst sea, You remember the promise you made when we parted,
Norlne Maurine, I'm waiting for thee.
Chorus.—
Norlne Maurlne, the bright sun in its splendor
Shall fall to efface heaven's teardrops, the dew, And the mother will cease her first born to remember
Ere I, darling Norlne, prove faithless to thee.
Now don't forget, darling, the promise you made me,
Down in the orchard last evening so late, While over our heads pansled pin firs were hanging,
And katydids chirruping down by the gate; You promised to meet me to-night In the gloaming.
And, down where the daisies bespangle the sea, Norine, Maurine, mavourneen, I'm waiting thy coming,
Here In the twilight I am waiting for thee. |
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I'M LEAVING OLD IRELAND.
I'm leaving old Ireland, the land of my heart, Oh, bless me, dear mother! before I depart; I know you will miss me, I fear you will grieve, When darkly hetween us the wide waters heave. But Heav'n will watch o'er you and kindly befriend. And still your poor Kathleen, from danger defend. I'm leaving old Ireland, the land of my heart, Oh, bless me, dear mother! before I depart. -
When far among strangers, I wander alone,
My thoughts will be straying, to days that are gone;
Asleep or awaking, I'll think of you still,
And our turf-covered cabin, beside the green hill.
The hour will be Joyous and welcome to me,
When after long absence, my dear home 1 see.
I'm leaving old Ireland, the land of my heart, etc. |
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