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... Sure ye knows what I means- They bewilder your brains ― They're as clear as the streamlet that flows through the green . But stronger than Sampson , Who pulled post and lamps on His enemies ' head , ' Till he kilt them stone - dead ...
... Sure ye knows what I means- They bewilder your brains ― They're as clear as the streamlet that flows through the green . But stronger than Sampson , Who pulled post and lamps on His enemies ' head , ' Till he kilt them stone - dead ...
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... sure , your honour believes that St. Patrick could asily do all this , and a mighty dale more ! ' To be sure , as is confirmed by the song- - ' Twas on the top of this high hill St. Patrick preach'd his sarmint , That drove the frogs ...
... sure , your honour believes that St. Patrick could asily do all this , and a mighty dale more ! ' To be sure , as is confirmed by the song- - ' Twas on the top of this high hill St. Patrick preach'd his sarmint , That drove the frogs ...
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... gay and frisky , For sure St. Pat , he taught them that , As well as making whisky ; No wonder that the Saint himself Should understand distilling , Since his mother kept a sheebeen shop In the town ST . PATRICK WAS A GENTLEMAN . 23.
... gay and frisky , For sure St. Pat , he taught them that , As well as making whisky ; No wonder that the Saint himself Should understand distilling , Since his mother kept a sheebeen shop In the town ST . PATRICK WAS A GENTLEMAN . 23.
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... sure omen of wealth , and to endue the lucky finder with supernatural powers . Mr. Lover has made this notion the subject of a beautiful ballad , but he is in error when he asserts that a four - leaved shamrock " does not exist , " as ...
... sure omen of wealth , and to endue the lucky finder with supernatural powers . Mr. Lover has made this notion the subject of a beautiful ballad , but he is in error when he asserts that a four - leaved shamrock " does not exist , " as ...
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... sure they are not sound men . Should French invaders dare to come In ruffles full of starch , sir ; A ruffle beat upon our drum , Like Patrick's month - ' tis March , sir . ' Mong Union * men , And Culloden , + There's not one man a ...
... sure they are not sound men . Should French invaders dare to come In ruffles full of starch , sir ; A ruffle beat upon our drum , Like Patrick's month - ' tis March , sir . ' Mong Union * men , And Culloden , + There's not one man a ...
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adieu appears Avondu ballad beautiful Blackpool Blarney Castle Bog of Allen bogs Bounce upon Bess boys bumpers Callanan called Carrigaline Castle celebrated copy Croagh Patrick Croker dear Doneraile Donnybrook fair drink Dublin Editor English Erin's favourite Fir bolg following song gentleman glass Gougane Barra Groves of Blarney heart hill Hillaloo honour Hudibras humour Irish Hudibras Irishman John Jonah Barrington Kilkenny Kilternan king Kinsale land Limerick liquor little shamrock Lord lyric Lysaght Macroom Mallow manuscript Millikin morning mountain Munster ne'er never o'er O'Kelly Patrick Patrick's day plains of Onnabuoy plant poems poet popular potato poteen printed Quia tu semper remarkable river river Lee root Saint says semper intacta manes shamrock shamrock so green shew sing Sir Walter Skellig List spirit sprig of Shillelah sung sweet thee there's thou faithless world town Twas verse Waterford whisky-punch wild
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Page 234 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Page 236 - Of thy belfry, knelling Its bold notes free, Made the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand, on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee. I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's Mole...
Page 143 - There is a stone there, that whoever kisses, Oh! he never misses to grow eloquent. 'Tis he may clamber to a lady's chamber, Or become a member of parliament: A clever spouter he'll sure turn out, or An out-and-outer, "to be let alone," Don't hope to hinder him, or to bewilder him; Sure he's a pilgrim from the Blarney stone!
Page 33 - ... and if they found a plot of water-cresses or shamrocks, there they flocked as to a feast for the time, yet not able to continue there withal; that in short space there were none almost left, and a most populous and plentiful country suddenly left void of man and beast."*** The authors of this calamity reaped from it the expected fruits.
Page 220 - In seventeen hundred and forty and four, The fifth of December, I think, 'twas no more, At five in the morning by most of the clocks, We rode from Kilruddery in search of a fox.
Page 133 - Blacke-water, and the Liffar deep, Sad Trowis, that once his people over-ran, Strong Allo tombling from Slewlogher steep, And Mulla mine, whose waves I whilom taught to weep.
Page 225 - And on the broken pavement, here and there, Doth many a stinking sprat and herring lie; A brandy and tobacco shop is near, And hens, and dogs, and hogs, are feeding by : And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry.
Page 202 - Still, still in those wilds might young liberty rally, And send her strong shout over mountain and valley, The star of the west might yet rise in its glory, And the land that was darkest be brightest in story.
Page 146 - Tis there the lake is, well stored with perches, And comely eels in the verdant mud; Besides the leeches, and groves of beeches, Standing in order for to guard the flood.
Page 271 - The town of Passage Is both large and spacious, And situated Upon the say. 'Tis nate and dacent, And quite adjacent To come from Cork On a summer's day ; There you may slip in To take a dipping, Foment the shipping That at anchor ride ; Or in a wherry Cross o'er the ferry To Carrigaloe, On the other side.