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136 HYLAND'S MAMMOTH
All hall the glad morn which the prophets foretold you;
Who pierced the deep gloom with the clear eyes of faith, When the cations of earth with great joy shall behold you
Come forth in new beauty, triumphant o'er death. For they who oft wept at thy pitiful story
Now hear the glad song which is borne on the breeze; Thine has been the grief and thine shall be the glory,
When freedom will crown thee fair queen of the seas!
AWAKE, AND LIE DREAMING NO MORE.
Ye great of my country, how long will ye slumber,
Spell-bound, far remote from her once happy shore? Unmoved by her wrongs and her woes without number!
Oh! awake then, awake, and lie dreaming no more! Awaken to fame and poor Erin's condition; To heal all her wounds be your noblest ambition; Oh! break off the spell of the foreign magician.
Awake, then, awake, and lie dreaming no more! Not the want of green fields nor of countless resources
The sons of sweet Erin have cause to deplore, Nor the want of brave hearts for the muster of forces;
Awake, then, awake, and lie dreaming no more! A patriot flame and endearing emotion Are wanting to bless the sweet isle of the ocean; Yet Erin is worthy of love and devotion.
Awake, then, awake, and lie dreaming no more! Let Fashion no more, in pursuit of vain pleasure,
To far-distant lands in her train draw you o'er; In your own native isle is the goodliest treasure;
Awake, then, awake, and'lie dreaming no more! When once love and pride of your country ye cherish, The seeds of disunion and discord shall perish, And Erin, dear Erin, in loveliness flourish.
Awake, then, awake, and lie dreaming no more! |
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BARNEY O'HEA.
Now let me alone, though I know you won't,
I know you won't, I know you won't;
Now let me alone, though I know you won't,
Impudent Barney O'Hea. It makes me outrageous when you're so contagious— You'd better look out for the stout Corney Greagh! For he is the boy that believes I'm his joy-So you'd better behave yourself, Barney O'Hea, Impudent Barney, none of your blarney, Impudent Barney O'Hea. I hope you are not going to Brandon fair, To Brandon fair, to Brandon fair; For sure I'm not wanting to meet you there,
Impudent Barney O'Hea. For Corney's at Cork, and my brother's at work,
And my mother sits spinning at home all the day, So no one will be there, of me to take care,
And I hope you won't follow me, Barney O'Hea, Impudent Barney O'Hea. When I got to the fair, sure the first I met there, The first I met there, the first I met there— When I got to the fair, the first I met there,
Was impudent Barney O'Hea. He bothered and teased me, though somehow he pleased me,
Till at last—oh! the saints—what wiil poor Coruey say? But I think the boy's honest, so on Sunday I've promised, For better or worse to take Barney O'llea. Impudent Barney, so sweet was his blarney, Impudent Barney O'Hea. |
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