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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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And then, "A Nation once again!" Shall be our knighthood's proud refrain, For we shall wipe Oppression's stain
From Motherland—dear Motherland! "And shall our tyrants safely reign"
O'er Motherland—our Motherland, "On thrones built up of slaves and slain"
In Motherland—our Motherland? "No! 'round this board our oath we plight To watch, and labor, and unite, Till banded be the nation's might"
For Motherland—dear Motherland! Oh, how our hearts would leap for Joy,
Motherland—our Motherland, For one such day as Fontenoy,
In Motherland—our Motherland! And grant, O Lord, It soon may come. When, crossing o'er the ocean's foam, We freedom claim for every home
In Motherland—dear Motherland! We vow thy brilliant "Flag of Green,"
Motherland—dear Motherland, Yet proudly floating shall be seen
O'er Motherland—dear Motherland; And then a freeman, hold and brave, Shall 'scribe the lines on Emmett's grave, Which were not to be found by a slave.
In Motherland—dear Motherland! We once again renew our vow
To Motherland—dear Motherland, To be as firm and true as now
To Motherland—dear Motherland, ".The Harp of Tara" is not dead— It soul-felt music yet shall shed; "We'll plant the Green above the Red,"
In Motherland—dear Motherland! |
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MY DARK-HAIRED GIRL.
My dark-haired girl, thy ringlets deck,
In silken curl, thy graceful neck;
Thy neck is like the swan, and fair as the pearl,
And light as air the step is of my dark-haired girl.
My dark-haired girl, upon thy lip
The dainty bee might wish to sip;
Fo" thy lip it is the rose, and thy teeth they are pearl.
And diamond is the eye of my dark-haired girl!
My dark-haired girl, I've promised thee.
And thou thy faith hast given mc, —------
And oh, I would not change for the crown of an earl The pride of being loved by my dark-haired girl. |
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MOLLY, 0!
She's plain Molly, O, simple and sweet; My heart is gone, I lay me at her feet; So light ber tread, so fond her gaze, Who would not love my Molly dear? Clouds are but sunshine, skies ever clear, Happy am I, lads, when Molly Is near; Heart's fondest echo, love's sweet refrain, Still call me back to my Molly again. vHOBUS.—She's plain Molly, O, simple and sweet;
She's plain Molly, O—her heart is love's retreat;
She's plain Molly, O, lovely, divine;
Oh, would that 1 could call Molly mine. |
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