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... is made to persecution , the intention is not to establish invidious distinctions , but to draw attention to the alien spirit of English rule . It was the words of an Irish servant girl that vi FOREWORD SONGS OF WORK AND PLAY.
... is made to persecution , the intention is not to establish invidious distinctions , but to draw attention to the alien spirit of English rule . It was the words of an Irish servant girl that vi FOREWORD SONGS OF WORK AND PLAY.
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... girl that set the writer thinking on this subject . He was a boy then . It was the time of disturbances and coercion acts . He asked the girl what it was the Irish people wanted . " They want to be free , " she answered . Every English ...
... girl that set the writer thinking on this subject . He was a boy then . It was the time of disturbances and coercion acts . He asked the girl what it was the Irish people wanted . " They want to be free , " she answered . Every English ...
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... Girl Milking Her Cow . " So rich is the folk - lore of this phase of the subject that the songs of faerie and the spirit world will claim treatment apart . The belief that music is the result of the mingling of the human and the ...
... Girl Milking Her Cow . " So rich is the folk - lore of this phase of the subject that the songs of faerie and the spirit world will claim treatment apart . The belief that music is the result of the mingling of the human and the ...
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... girl or a young man — was seated on a low stool in the chimney corner , while chairs for Petrie and O'Curry were placed oppo- site , the rest of the crowded audience remaining standing . The song having been given , O'Curry wrote the ...
... girl or a young man — was seated on a low stool in the chimney corner , while chairs for Petrie and O'Curry were placed oppo- site , the rest of the crowded audience remaining standing . The song having been given , O'Curry wrote the ...
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... girl . The air now known as " My Love's an Arbutus , " from its association with Mr. Graves ' lovely song , was ob ... girls sang him milking songs ; fishermen , beggars , students , parish priests , fired by the collector's enthusiasm ...
... girl . The air now known as " My Love's an Arbutus , " from its association with Mr. Graves ' lovely song , was ob ... girls sang him milking songs ; fishermen , beggars , students , parish priests , fired by the collector's enthusiasm ...
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ancient bardic bards battle beautiful brave Brehon law Brian called Catholic Celt Celtic century chieftains Coulin Cromwellian Dagda dance dead death Deirdre Douglas Hyde Dublin Earl Eileen England English Erin Erin's Eugene O'Curry exile fairy fairy fort Fomorians Gael Gaelic genius girl Glenosheen grave grief hand harp harpers heard heart heroes hills hope Hugh Hypodorian mode Ireland Irish music Irish song Irishmen Joyce king lament land Limerick Lord melody Moore mourning musician never night O'Curry O'Donnell o'er O'Neill Owen Roe O'Neill parliament Patrick Patrick Sarsfield played poem poet poetry priest Protestant queen race sang Saxon says scale Shane Sho hoo Sho-heen sing singer sleep sorrow soul spirit story sung sweet sword tells thee thou fair loved tion Tirnanoge to-day Tuatha de Danann tune Ulster United Irishmen verse woman women words young youth
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Page 200 - ... anatomies of death, they spake like ghosts crying out of their graves ; they did eat the dead carrions, happy where they could find them, yea, and one another soon after, insomuch as the very carcasses they spared not to scrape out of their graves ; and, if they found a plot of water-cresses or shamrocks, there they flocked as to a feast...
Page 133 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 306 - Let them and me repose in obscurity and peace, and my tomb remain uninscribed, until other times, and other men, can do justice to my character; when my country takes her place among the nations of the earth, then, and not till then, let my epitaph be written. I have done.
Page 308 - I have seen the cow, the favourite cow, driven away, accompanied by the sighs, the tears and the imprecations of a whole family, who were paddling after, through wet and dirt, to take their last affectionate farewell of this their only friend and benefactor, at the pound gate. I have heard with emotions which I can scarcely describe, deep curses repeated from village to village as the cavalcade proceeded. I have witnessed the group pass the domain walls of the opulent grazier, whose numerous herds...
Page 301 - The dust of some is Irish earth; Among their own they rest; And the same land that gave them birth Has caught them to her breast; And we will pray that from their clay Full many a race may start Of true men, like you, men, To act as brave a part. They rose in dark and evil days To right their native land; They kindled here a living blaze That nothing shall withstand.
Page 205 - I could kneel all night in prayer, To heal your many ills! And one . . . beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My Dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen!
Page 134 - Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired; The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place...
Page 302 - They rose in dark and evil days To right their native land; They kindled here a living blaze That nothing shall withstand. Alas! that Might can vanquish Right — They fell and passed away; But true men, like you, men, Are plenty here to-day. Then here's their memory — may it be For us a guiding light, To cheer our strife for liberty, And teach us to unite. Through good and ill, be Ireland's still, Though sad as theirs your fate; And true men be you, men, Like those of Ninety-Eight!
Page 243 - I'm forced to go, And must leave my bones in Santa Cruz, far from my own Mayo. They are altered girls in Irrul now ; 'tis proud they're grown .and high, With their hair-bags and their top-knots, for I pass their buckles by ; But it's little now I heed their airs, for God will have it so, That I must depart for foreign lands, and leave my sweet Mayo.
Page 134 - The swain, mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place, The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.