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The Groves of Blarney.
The groves of Blarney, they look so charming.
All by the purling of sweet silent brooks,
And bank'd with posies that spontaneous grow there,
Planted in order in the sweet Rockclose.
'Tis there the daisy and sweet carnanation;
The blooming pink and the rose so fair,
The daffodilly, besides the lilly,
Flowers that adorn the sweet Rockclose.
All by the purling of sweet silent brooks,
And bank'd with posies that spontaneous grow there,
Planted in order in the sweet Rockclose.
'Tis there the daisy and sweet carnanation;
The blooming pink and the rose so fair,
The daffodilly, besides the lilly,
Flowers that adorn the sweet Rockclose.
'Tis Lady Jeffry's that owns this station,
Like Alexander or Helen fair;
There's no commander throughout this nation,
For emulation to her can compare;
She has castles round her that no nine pounder,
Should dare to plunder her place of strength,
But Oliver Cromwell did her pummell,
And made a breach in her battlement.
Like Alexander or Helen fair;
There's no commander throughout this nation,
For emulation to her can compare;
She has castles round her that no nine pounder,
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But Oliver Cromwell did her pummell,
And made a breach in her battlement.
There are gravel walks there for recreation,
And conversation in sweet solicitude,
'Tis there the lover may hear the dove,
Or the gentle plover in the afternoon,
And if a lady would be so engaging,
To walk alone in these shady bow'rs.
'Tis there the courtier he may transport her
In some dark fort, or underground.
And conversation in sweet solicitude,
'Tis there the lover may hear the dove,
Or the gentle plover in the afternoon,
And if a lady would be so engaging,
To walk alone in these shady bow'rs.
'Tis there the courtier he may transport her
In some dark fort, or underground.
For there's the cave where no daylight enters,
But cats and badgers for ever breed,
And moss by nature which makes it sweeter,
Than a coach and six and a bed of down;
'Tis there the lake that is stored with perches,
And comely eels in the verdant mud.
Besides the leeches and groves of beeches,
Standing in ranks to guard the flood.
But cats and badgers for ever breed,
And moss by nature which makes it sweeter,
Than a coach and six and a bed of down;
'Tis there the lake that is stored with perches,
And comely eels in the verdant mud.
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Standing in ranks to guard the flood.
There are statutes gracing this noble place,
All heathen goddesses so fair,
Bold Neptune, Plutarch & Nicodemus,
All standing in the open air;
So now to finish this brave narration,
That my poor geni could not entice,
But were I Homer or Nebuchadnezar,
'Tis in every feature I'd make it shine.
All heathen goddesses so fair,
Bold Neptune, Plutarch & Nicodemus,
All standing in the open air;
So now to finish this brave narration,
That my poor geni could not entice,
But were I Homer or Nebuchadnezar,
'Tis in every feature I'd make it shine.
The Dream of Napoleon.
One night sad and languid I went to my bed,
And scarce had reclined to my pillow,
When a vision surprised then came into my head,
Me thought I was crossing the billows;
I thought as my vessel dashed over the deep,
I beheld that small rock that grows craggy and steep,
Ah! that rock where the willow now seems to weep
O'er the grave of that once famed Napoleon.
And scarce had reclined to my pillow,
When a vision surprised then came into my head,
Me thought I was crossing the billows;
I thought as my vessel dashed over the deep,
I beheld that small rock that grows craggy and steep,
Ah! that rock where the willow now seems to weep
O'er the grave of that once famed Napoleon.
I dream't as my vessel near'd as the land,
I beheld clad in green his bold figure.
A trumpet of fame he grasped firm in his hand,
Over his brow sat valour and vigour;
A stranger he cried hast thou ventured to me.
From the land of thy fathers who boast they are free,
If so, a true story I'll tell unto thee,
Concerning the once famed Naeoleon.
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A trumpet of fame he grasped firm in his hand,
Over his brow sat valour and vigour;
A stranger he cried hast thou ventured to me.
From the land of thy fathers who boast they are free,
If so, a true story I'll tell unto thee,
Concerning the once famed Naeoleon.
Remember the year so immortal he cried,
When I crossed the rude Alps famed in story,
With the legions of France. for her sons were my pride.
For I've led them to honour and glory;
On the plains of Maringo I have tyrranny hurl'd,
Where ever my banner the eigle unfurled,
'Twas the standard of freedom all over the world,
The signal of fame cried Napoleon.
When I crossed the rude Alps famed in story,
With the legions of France. for her sons were my pride.
For I've led them to honour and glory;
On the plains of Maringo I have tyrranny hurl'd,
Where ever my banner the eigle unfurled,
'Twas the standard of freedom all over the world,
The signal of fame cried Napoleon.
As a soldier I bore both the heat and the cold,
I've marched to the trumpet and symbol,
Thro' the dark deeds of treachery I've been sold,
Tho' monarchs before me did tremble;
No rulers or princes their station domain,
Like scorpions they spit forth their venom and spleen,
But liberty soon o'er the world shall be seen,
As I awoke from my dream cried Napoloon.
I've marched to the trumpet and symbol,
Thro' the dark deeds of treachery I've been sold,
Tho' monarchs before me did tremble;
No rulers or princes their station domain,
Like scorpions they spit forth their venom and spleen,
But liberty soon o'er the world shall be seen,
As I awoke from my dream cried Napoloon.
Colleen Dhas Cruthin Amoe.
The beam on the streamlet was playing,
The dew drop still hung on the thorn,
When a blooming young couple was straying,
To taste the mild fragrance of morn.
He sigh'd as he breath'd forth his ditty,
And she felt her breast softly to glow;
Oh! look on your lover with pity,
Ma Colleen dhas Cruthin a Moe.
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When a blooming young couple was straying,
To taste the mild fragrance of morn.
He sigh'd as he breath'd forth his ditty,
And she felt her breast softly to glow;
Oh! look on your lover with pity,
Ma Colleen dhas Cruthin a Moe.
Whilst green is yon banks mossy pillow
Or evening shall weep the soft tear,
Or the streamlet shall steal beneath the willow.
So long shall thy image be dear,
Oh! fly to these arms for protection,
If pierced by the arrow of woe,
Then smile on my tender affection,
Ma Colleen dhas Ciuthin Amoe.
Or evening shall weep the soft tear,
Or the streamlet shall steal beneath the willow.
So long shall thy image be dear,
Oh! fly to these arms for protection,
If pierced by the arrow of woe,
Then smile on my tender affection,
Ma Colleen dhas Ciuthin Amoe.
She sighed as his ditty was ended,
Her heart was too full to reply,
Oh! joy and compassion was blenned.
To light the mild beam of my eye,
He kissed her soft hand; what above thee,
Could heaven in its bounty bestow;
He kissed her soft cheek, O! I love thee,
Ma Colleen dhas Cruthin Amoe.
Her heart was too full to reply,
Oh! joy and compassion was blenned.
To light the mild beam of my eye,
He kissed her soft hand; what above thee,
Could heaven in its bounty bestow;
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Ma Colleen dhas Cruthin Amoe.
The Fisherman's Boy.
Down in the lowlands a poor boy did wander,
Down in the woodlands a poor boy did roam.
By his friends neglected he looked so deject'd,
A poor Fisherman's Boy so far from home.
Down in the woodlands a poor boy did roam.
By his friends neglected he looked so deject'd,
A poor Fisherman's Boy so far from home.
Crying where is my cottage or where's my father?
Alas! they are gone which causes me to roam;
Mother died on pillow, my father died on billow,
Cried poor little Fisherman's Boy so far from home.
Alas! they are gone which causes me to roam;
Mother died on pillow, my father died on billow,
Cried poor little Fisherman's Boy so far from home.
Bitter was the night, loud roared the thunder,
The light'ning flashed and ship was overcome,
The mast I clasped it round and reached my native ground,
In the deep I left me father so far away from home
The light'ning flashed and ship was overcome,
The mast I clasped it round and reached my native ground,
In the deep I left me father so far away from home
A lady heard and opened her window,
Into her house she bid him come,
The tears fell from her eyes when she heard the mournful cries,
Of the poor little Fisherman's Boy so far from home.
Into her house she bid him come,
The tears fell from her eyes when she heard the mournful cries,
Of the poor little Fisherman's Boy so far from home.
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She begged of her father to find him employment,
She begged of her father not to let him roam.
Her father said don't tease me, the boy will not leave me,
Poor lad I'll recelve him far-from home.
She begged of her father not to let him roam.
Her father said don't tease me, the boy will not leave me,
Poor lad I'll recelve him far-from home.
Many years he laboured to please his master.
Many times he laboured in time became a man,
He tells each stranger the hardship and danger,
Of the poor little Fisherman's Boy so far from home.
Many times he laboured in time became a man,
He tells each stranger the hardship and danger,
Of the poor little Fisherman's Boy so far from home.
Now to conclude and finish my narration,
Sailors they sail to to many parts,
Now he got a fortune and married to a lady,
He's no more the Fisherman's Boy so far from home.
Sailors they sail to to many parts,
Now he got a fortune and married to a lady,
He's no more the Fisherman's Boy so far from home.
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