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Ballads of Irish chivalry

Joyce, Robert Dwyer (1836-1883)

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TO GRACIE
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BALLADS.
 
THE SIEGE OF CLONMEL.
 
DUNLEVY.
 
THE BATTLE OF KNOCKINOSS.
 
THE TEMPLAR KNIGHT.
 
ROMANCE OF THE BANNER.
 
ROSE CONDON.
 
THE BATTLE OF THURLES.
 
ROSSNALEE.
 
CROSSING THE BLACKWATER.
 
ROMANCE OF MEERGAL AND GARMON.
 
MARY LOMBARD.
 
THE DYING WARRIOR.
 
THE TAKING OF ARMAGH.
 
THE SACK OF DUNBUI.
 
THE LADY OF THE SEA.
 
THE DEATH OF O'DONNELL.
 
MARY'S SWEETHEART.
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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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I LOVED A MAID.

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Air—“The Rambling Sailor”.

I

I loved a maid by Geerait's lea,
And knew by many a token
That love dwelt in her heart for me,
Though long it lived unspoken;
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I loved her well, I loved her true;
But she has crossed the ocean blue—
Yet can the links that fondly grew
Thus round our hearts be broken?

II

Ah! many a morn and starry night
May sink down Time's dark river,
And youth may fade like all things bright,
But nought our souls can sever;
For love shall live, the love of yore,
That filled our hearts by Geerait's shore,
Though angry oceans spread and roar
Between us still for ever.

III

There's many a maid 'neath Daragh's crest
Whose fond love I might waken,
But never from my lonely breast
Can thought of her be taken:—
I gaze on them, but constantly
Think, think on her beyond the sea:
Thus love and grief have dwelt with me,
And ne'er my heart forsaken.
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