Our Father Land! and wouldst thou know
Why we should call it Father Land?
It is that Adam here below
Was made of earth by Nature’s hand;
And he our father, made of earth,
Hath peopled earth on every hand;
And we, in memory of his birth,...
Samuel Lover
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Oh, I ’m not myself at all,
Molly dear, Molly dear!
I ’m not myself at all.
Nothing caring, nothing knowing,
’T is after you I ’m going,
Faith, your shadow ’t is I ’m growing,
Molly dear, Molly dear!
And I ’m not myself at all... -
Widow Machree, it ’s no wonder you frown,—
Och hone! Widow Machree;
Faith, it ruins your looks, that same dirty black gown,—
Och hone! Widow Machree;
How altered your air,
With that close cap you wear,—
’... -
’VOURNEEN, when your days were bright,
Never an eye did I dare to lift to you,
But now, in your fortune’s blight,
False ones are flying in sunshine that knew you;
But still on one welcome true rely,
Tho’ the crops may fail, and the cow go dry,... -
“oh, ’t is time I should talk to your mother,
Sweet Mary,” says I.
“Oh, don’t talk to my mother,” says Mary,
Beginning to cry:
“For my mother says men are deceivers,
And never, I know, will consent;
She says girls in a hurry who... -
Or, All for Good Luck
YOUNG Rory O’More courted Kathleen bawn,—
He was bold as a hawk, she as soft as the dawn;
He wished in his heart pretty Kathleen to please,
And he thought the best way to do that was to tease.
“Now, Rory, be aisy!” sweet Kathleen would... -
When first I saw sweet Peggy,
’T was on a market day:
A low-backed car she drove, and sat
Upon a truss of hay;
And when that hay was blooming grass
And decked with flowers of spring
No flower was there that could compare
With the... -
[In Ireland they have a pretty fancy that when a child smiles in its sleep it is “talking with angels.”]
A BABY was sleeping;
Its mother was weeping;
For her husband was far on the wild raging sea;
And the tempest was swelling...