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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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THE FAIR HILLS OF HOLY IRELAND.
Beautiful and wide are the green fields of Erin,
Ullachan dhur, O! With lifegiving grain in the corn therein,
Ullachan dhur, O! And honey in the woods of the mist-wreaths deep, And in summer by the paths the bright streams leap; At burning'noon, rich, sparkling dew the fair flow'rs aUep On the fair hills of Erin, O!
How clust'ring his ringlets, how lofty his bearing ■
Ullachan dhuv, O! Each warrior leaving the broad bays of Erin,
Ullachan dhuv, 01 Would heaven grant the hope in my besom swelling, I'd seek that land of joy in life's gifts excelling, Beyond your rich rewards I'd choose a lonely dwelling, On the fair hills of Erin, 0!
Gainful and large are the cornstacks of Erin,
Ullachan dhuv, O! Yellow cream and butter abound ever therein,
Ullachan dhuv, O! And sorrel soft and cresses where bright streams stray. And speaking cuckoos fill the grove the livelong day, The little thrush so noble of sweetest sounding lay, On the fair hills of Erin, O! |
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BEFORE THE SUN ROSE AT YESTER DAWN.
Before the sun rose at yester dawn,
I met a fair maid a-down the lawn;
The berry and snow to her cheek gave its glow,
And her brow was as fair as the sailing swan—
Then pulse of my heart! what gloom is thine? Her beautiful voice more hearts hath won, Than Orpheus' lyre of old had done: Her ripe eyes of, blue were crystals of dew. On-the grass of the lawn before the sun—
And, pulse of my heart! what gloom Is thine? |
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BRIGHT FAIRIES.
Bright fairies by Glengariff's bay, Soft woods that o*er Klllarney sway, Bold echoes born In C61maneich,
Your kinsman's greeting hear! He asks you, by old friendship's name By all the rights that minstrels claim, For Erin's joy and Desmond's fame,
Be kind to Fanny dear! Her eyes are darker than Dunloe, Her soul is whiter than the snow, Her tresses, like Arbutus flow,
Her step like frighted deer. Then, still thy waves, capricious lake, And ceaseless, soft winds round her wake, Yet never bring a cloud to break
The smile of Fanny dear! Old Mangerton! thine eagle's plume, Dear Innisfallen! brighter bloom. And, Mucruss! whisper thro' the gloom
Quaint legends to her ear. Till strong as ash tree in Its pride And gay as sunbeam on the tide, We welcome back to Liffey's side
Our brightest Fanny dear! |
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