The Irish Musical Repository:: A Choice Selection of Esteemed Irish Songs, Adapted for the Voice, Violin, and German Flute..B. Crosby & Company ... and sold, 1810 - 288 |
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The Irish Musical Repository:: A Choice Selection of Esteemed Irish Songs ... Podgląd niedostępny - 1810 |
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Ad lib Ah Gramachree AIR-The Allegretto Andante Arrah Ballyporeen banish the features beam bear away Honey Boromy bother'd breath breath'd Chasing dull chaunter cheerily Corporal Casey dear Dermot devil e'er Erin ma vourneen Erin's ev'ry Fait and conscience features of sorrow grinds heart Honey from life's Ireland Irish joys of to-day Kate Kearney Kathelin la ra la lady laght go bragh Lake of Killarney life's blooming flower little shamrock loodle lov'd love and whisky love for love love's maids a-maying go Margery Grinder mea-sure by mo-ments merry maids a-maying merry merry maids Moderato ne'er neath night noggin old Ireland Paddy O'Blarney pleasure ra la ra ral lal round says Sheelah sigh sigh'd sing slan laght go smile softly song soon soul St Patrick's day stay the joys sung sure sweet Kathlane Macree sweetly Teddy thee thou thro Tiddy dol Twas Twill whack Whilst ye minions
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Strona 58 - Gainst bishops providing for dull stupid drones ; Says the text so divine, " What is life without wine ?" Then away with the claret — a bumper, Squire Jones. Ye lawyers so just, Be the cause what it will, who so learnedly plead, How worthy of trust ! You know black from white, Yet prefer wrong to right As you chance to be fee'd : Leave musty reports, And forsake the king's courts, Where dulness and discord have set up their thrones ; Burn Salkeld and Ventris, With all your damn'd entries, And away...
Strona 58 - Ye soldiers so stout, With plenty of oaths, though no plenty of coin, Who make such a rout Of all your commanders Who served us in Flanders, And eke at the Boyne : Come leave off your rattling Of sieging and battling, And know you'd much better to sleep...
Strona 10 - tis honest and sound, No malice or hatred is there to be found, He courts and he marries, he drinks and he fights, For love, all for love for in that he delights. With his sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green...
Strona 111 - The little birds, in blithest notes, Made vocal every spray ; They sung their little notes of love, They sung them o'er and o'er. Ah ! Grddh mo chroidhe, mo chailin og, 'Si Mailligh mo stdir.
Strona 11 - Who has e'er had the luck to see Donnybrook Fair? An Irishman, all in his glory, is there, With his sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green!
Strona 111 - I laid me down upon a bank, Bewailing my sad fate, That doomed me thus the slave of love And cruel Molly's hate; How can she break the honest heart That wears her in its core?
Strona 40 - Thy sons they are brave ; but, the battle once over, In brotherly peace with their foes they agree, And the roseate cheeks of thy daughters discover The soul-speaking blush that says cushla ma chree.
Strona 137 - Och! rub a dub, row de dow, Corporal Casey! The devil go with him, I ne'er could be lazy, He stuck in my skirts so, ould Corporal Casey. We went into battle; I took the blows fairly, That fell on my pate, but they bother 'd me rarely: And who should the first be that dropp'd?
Strona 34 - I was tossed up and down, Like a quid of chewed hay in the throat of a cow ; While afraid off the deck in the ocean to slip, sir, I clung like a cat, fast hold for to keep, sir.
Strona 57 - Though all you get by't Is a dinner, oft-times, In reward of your rhymes — With Humphry the duke : Learn Bacchus to follow, And quit your Apollo, Forsake all the Muses, those senseless old crones. Our jingling of glasses Your rhyming surpasses, When crowned with good claret, and bumpers, Squire Jones.