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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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GRA GAL BAN.

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Air—“A rifleman for me”.

I

There's an airy, graceful lightness in her form of beauteous mould,
And her face shines out divinely 'neath her locks of silken gold;
There are lovely maidens dwelling
Through the land from sea to sea,
But in beauty bright excelling,
Oh! my Gra Gal Bān for me!

II

But dim is beauty's brightness unless the soul shine through
The smile upon the coral lip—the dark eye, or the blue.
There are lovely maidens dwelling
Through the land from sea to sea,
But in soul-bright eyes excelling,
Oh! my Gra Gal Bān for me!
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III

And though age may steal upon her, and her beauty all may fade,
Joy shall linger in the glances of my guileless mountain maid.
There are lovely maidens dwelling
Through the land from sea to sea,
But in every grace excelling,
Oh! my Gra Gal Bān for me!

IV

For what makes age as gladsome as the golden day of youth?
'Tis the heart's unchanged affection and the soul's immortal truth.
There are lovely maidens dwelling
Through the land from sea to sea,
But in truthful love excelling,
Oh! my Gra Gal Bān for me!
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