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Ballads of Irish chivalry

Joyce, Robert Dwyer (1836-1883)

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TO GRACIE
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BALLADS.
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SONGS.
 
MY BOAT.
 
WILL OF THE GAP.
 
MY HEART IS WILD.
 
THE FLOWER THAT NE'ER SHALL FADE.
 
THE STUDENT.
 
MY STEED WAS WEARY.
 
FAR AWAY.
 
THE MOUNTAIN ASH.
 
THE ENSIGN AND HIS BANNER.
 
I NEVER CAN FORGET.
 
THERE IS A STREAM.
 
DONAL O'KEEFFE'S LAMENT.
 
I THOUGHT SHE LOVED ME DEARLY.
 
MY TRUE LOVE BRIGHT.
 
THE RED LUSMORE.
 
THE SPRING OF THE YEAR.
 
THE OUTLAW OF KILMORE.
 
THE LOCKS OF AMBER.
 
ALLISDRUM'S MARCH AT THE BATTLE OF KNOCKINOSS.
 
THE LITTLE BIRD.
 
LAMENT OF GARODH EARLA.
 
MARY EARLEY.
 
ALLEY KELLY O!
 
MY FLOWER OF FLOWERS.
 
THIS MAID OF MINE.
 
THE YELLOW HAIR.
 
OH! FAIR SHINES THE SUN ON GLENARA.
 
MY ANNA'S EYES.
 
FAIR KATE OF GLENANNER.
 
MERRILY, MERRILY PLAYING.
 
THE SIEGE OF LIMERICK.
 
FAIR HELEN OF THE DELL.
 
WHATEVER WIND IS BLOWING.
 
MARYANNE.
 
I SIT ON THE HOLD OF MOYALLO.
 
MY MARY.
 
BRAVE DONALL.
 
I STILL AM A ROVER.
 
THERE IS A TREE IN DARRA'S WOOD.
 
I BUILT ME A BOWER.
 
THE CAILIN RUE.
 
THE GREEN RIBBON.
 
ANNIE DE CLARE.
 
THE MARCH OUT OF LIMERICK.
 
FAINGE AN LAE.
 
GRA GAL BAN.
 
DONALL NA GREINE.
 
THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY.
 
FANNY CLAIR.
 
WILLY BRAND.
 
THE LASSES OF IRELAND.
 
O'SULLIVAN'S FLIGHT.
 
SONG.
 
I LOVED A MAID.
 
JESSY BRIEN.
 
JOHNNY'S RETURN.
 
THE FORSAKEN.
 
MY TRUE LOVE.
 
FAIREST AND RAREST.
 
COME, ALL YOU MAIDS, WHERE'ER YOU BE.
 
MARY, THE PRIDE OF THE WEST.
 
MY LOVE IS ON THE RIVER.
 
OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY.
 
THE WITHERED ROSE.
 
THE JOLLY COMPANIE.
 
MY IRISH GIRL.
 
I'M FOURTEEN YEARS OLD UPON SUNDAY.
 
THE SUMMER IS COME.
 
OVER THE MORNING DEW.
 
SWEET GLENGARIFF'S WATER.
 
AMONG THE FRAGRANT HAY.
 
THE SADDEST BREEZE.
 
MY LOVE IS AT MY SIDE.
 
FANNY.

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WHATEVER WIND IS BLOWING.

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Air—“Where have you been?”

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My heart's not made to freeze and fade
On sorrow's stony mountains,
But aye it turns, and oh! it burns
To drink at pleasure's fountains!
Then I will drink what best I think
To cool its hot thirst glowing,
And love shall be first guide to me,
Whatever wind is blowing.
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II

When woe calls down night's darksome frown,
With not a star for warning,
One thought of two sweet eyes of blue
Soon brings the glorious morning.
Still o'er my way with blessed ray
May love's calm light be glowing,
And honour too still guide me through,
Whatever wind is blowing.
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