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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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Oh! bring me my darling to bless and to cheer me,
One sweet bit of shamrock from over the sea; Fondly 'twill whisper when you are near me,
Whisper, dear Colleen, of home unto me.
Oh! bring me my dariing, etc. |
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BAENEY McCOY.
I am going far away, Norah, darling. And leaving such an angel far behind; It will break my heart In two, which I fondly gave to you, And no other one so loving, kind and true. Chorus.—Then come to my arms, Norah, darling,
Bid your friends in dear old Ireland good-bye, And it's happy we will be, in that dear land of the free, Living happy with your Barney McCoy, I would go with you, Barney, darling, But the reason why I told you oft before:
It would break my poor mother's heart if from her I had to part, And go roaming with you, Barney McCoy.
Then come to my arms, etc. I am going far away, Norah, darling, Just as sure as there's a God that I adore, But remember what I say, that until the judgment day, You will never see your Barney any more.
Then come to my arms, etc. I would go with you, Barney, darling, If my mother and the rest of them were there. For I know we would be blest in that dear land of the West, Living happy with you, Barney McCoy.
Then come to my arms, etc. I am going far away, Norah, darling, And the ship Is now anchored at the bay, And before to-morrow you will hear the signal gun, So be ready—it will carry us away.
Then come to my arms, etc. |
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MY IRISH WIFE.
I would not give my Irish wife
For all the dames of the Saxon land— I would not give my Irish wife
For the Queen of France's hand. For she to me is dearer
Than castles strong, or lands, or life— An outlaw—so I'm near her
To love till death my Irish wife. O, what would be this home of mine—
A ruined, hermit-hunted place, But for the light that nightly shines
Upon its walls from Kathleen's face? "What comfort in a mine of gold—
What pleasure In a royal life, If the heart within lay dead and cold,
If I could not wed my Irish wife? I knew the law forbade the banns—
I knew ray King abhorred her race— Who never bent before their clans.
Must bow before their ladies' grace. Take all my forfeited domain,
I cannot wage with kinsmen strife— Take knightly gear and noble name,
And I will keep my Irish wife. My Irish wife has clear blue eyes.
My heaven by day, my stars by night— And twinlike truth and fondness He
Within her swelling bosom white. |
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