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144 HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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I set young seeds in earth to-day,
While yet the sun was gushing, And shall I pass, ere these, away,
Nor see the flowerets blushing? Are these young seeds, when earth looks fair.
To rise with fragrance teeming. And shall the hand that placed them there
Lie cold when they are gleaming? I would not die! I would not die!
In Youth's bright hour of pleasure; I would not leave, without a sigh,
The dreams, the hopes, I treasure! |
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GARRYOWEN.
Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed, But Join with me each jovial blade; Come booze and sing, and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus: Chorus.—Instead of Spa we'll drink brown ale, And pay the reckoning on the nali; No man for debt shall go to a gaol.
Prom Garryowen In glory! We are the boys that take delight in Smashing the Limerick lights when lighting, Through the streets like sporters fighting,
And tearing all before us.
Instead, etc. We'll hreak windows, we'll break doors, The watch knock down by threes and fours; Then let the doctors work their cures,
And tinker up our bruises.
Instead, etc. We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun. We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run; We are the boys no man dares dun,
If he regards a whole skin.
Instead, etc. Our hearts so stout have got us fame. For soon 'tis known from whence we came; Where'er we go they dread the name
Of Garryowen in glory.
Instead, etc. Johnny Cornell's tall and straight, And in his iimbs he Is compiate; He'll pitch a bar of any weight
From Garryowen to Thomond Gate.
Instead, etc. Garryowen is gone to wrack Since Johnny Cbnneii went to Cork, Though Darby O'Brien leapt over the rock,
In spite of all the soldiers.
Instead, etc. |
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"GOD SAVE IRELAND!"
High upon the gallows tree,
Swung the noble-hearted three, By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom;
But they met him face to face,
With the courage of their race, And they went with souls undaunted to their doom.
"God save Ireiand!" said the heroes;
"God save Ireland!" said they all;
"Whether on the scaffold high,
Or the battie-field we die, Oh, what matter, when for Erin dear we fall?" |
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