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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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MAIRE BHAN ASTOR.
In a valley far away,
With ray Maire bhan astor, Short would be the summer day,
Ever loving more and more; Winter days would all grow long,
With the light her heart would pour, With her kisses and her song, And her loving malt go leor. Fond Is Maire bhan asWr, Fair is Maire bhan astfir,,. Sweet as ripple on the shore, Sings my Maire bhan astor. O! her sire is very proud,
And her mother cold as stone; But her brother bravely vow'd
She should be my bride alone; For he knew I lov'd her well,
And he knew she lov'd me too, So he sought their pride to quell, But 'twas all in vain to sue. True is Maire bhan ast6r, Tried is Maire bhan astfir, Had I wings I'd never soar From my Maire bhan astor. There are lands where manly toil
Surely reaps the crop it sows, Glorious woods and teeming soil,
Where the broad Missouri flows; Through the trees the smoke shall rise, From our hearth with mait go leor, There shall shine the happy eyes Of my Maire bhan astor. Mild is Maire bhan aster. Mine Is Maire bhan astfir, * Saints will watch about the door Of my Maire bhan astfir. |
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THE IRISH JIG.
Oh, my blessing be on you, old Ireland,
My own land of frolic and fun! For all sorts of mirth and diversion. Your like Isn't under the sun. Bohemia may boast of it's polka,
And Spain of its waltzes talk big; Oh, they are all nothing but limping,
Compared with our own Irish jig.
Chorus.—Then a flg for your new-fashioned waltzes, Imported from Spain and from France; And a fig for the thing called the polka— Our own Irish jig is the dance!
They tell how this jig came in fashion—
And I believe that the story is true— 'Twas Adam and Eve that first danced it:
The reason was, partners were few. And although they could both dance the polka,
Eve thought It was not over-chaste; So she preferred the jig to the dancing—
And, 'faith, I approve of her taste.
Then a fig, &c.
The light-hearted daughters of Erin, Like wild deer on the mountain that bound
Their feet never touch the green island, But music is struck from the ground. |
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