The Irish ReciterMuch-loved pieces ranging from patriotism to pathos, from the gentlest love lyrics to the most rumbustious doggerel. A real boon for reciters both young and old and fans of Irish 'crack' everywhere. Attractively illustrated, this marvelous anthology includes the old favorites 'The Midnight Court' and 'The Lake Isle of Innisfree'. |
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The boy who used to bother me that Orange Lodge to join , And thought that history started with the Battle o ' the Boyne - I was not all with ye , Francis , the Pope is not ma friend , But still I hope , poor man , he'll die without ...
The boy who used to bother me that Orange Lodge to join , And thought that history started with the Battle o ' the Boyne - I was not all with ye , Francis , the Pope is not ma friend , But still I hope , poor man , he'll die without ...
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There's wine from the royal Pope , Upon the ocean green ; And Spanish ale shall give you hope , My Dark Rosaleen ! My own Rosaleen ! Shall glad your heart , shall give you hope , Shall give you health , and help , and hope .
There's wine from the royal Pope , Upon the ocean green ; And Spanish ale shall give you hope , My Dark Rosaleen ! My own Rosaleen ! Shall glad your heart , shall give you hope , Shall give you health , and help , and hope .
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The brave sons of the Lord of Clare , they left the land to mourning ; Mavrone ! for they were banished , with no hope of their returning - Who knows in what abodes of want those youths were driven to house ?
The brave sons of the Lord of Clare , they left the land to mourning ; Mavrone ! for they were banished , with no hope of their returning - Who knows in what abodes of want those youths were driven to house ?
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Kilcash Anon translated by Frank OConnor | 5 |
Tory Pledges Thomas Moore | 12 |
The Lake Isle of Innisfree W B Yeats | 18 |
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Adieu Ballad banks of Erne bells blood blue bridge called Caoch O'Leary danced Dark Rosaleen dead died DRUMS earth eyes face fair fall Farrelly fear feel feet fire flames flute Fontenoy Francis give gone grave green grey hair hand head heart heaven hills hope hour hundred Ireland Irish John Kelly King knew land leave light live look MICHIGAN morn mountain never night ould pass Patrick permission to reprint plain play poor proud rain rest rise road round rush says seen ship smile songs sound stand summer sure sweet tell There's things thought Three Three Cows tide town true turn Twas wandering watched waters waves wild winding winding banks Woman of Three wrongs young