Irish Toasts

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H.M. Caldwell Company, 1908 - 111 страница
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Страница 54 - Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here's to the widow of fifty; 'Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean, And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Chorus* Let the toast pass,— Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Страница 27 - 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!
Страница 68 - Let school-masters puzzle their brain With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius a better discerning...
Страница 24 - The savage loves his native shore, Though rude the soil and chill the air; Then well may Erin's sons adore " Their isle, which nature formed so fair.
Страница 99 - Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roar around me, Yet it still shall bear me on ; Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won.
Страница 55 - Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow: Now to her that's as brown as a berry: Here's to the wife with a face full of woe, And now to the damsel that's merry.
Страница 24 - Bann ? Or who a friend or foe can meet So generous as an Irishman ? His hand is rash, his heart is warm, But honesty is still his guide ; None more repents a deed of harm, And none forgives with nobler pride ; He may be duped, but won't be dared — More fit to practise than to plan ; He dearly earns his poor reward, And spends it like an Irishman.
Страница 69 - LAWN LET the farmer praise his grounds, Let the huntsman praise his hounds, The shepherd his dew-scented lawn; But I, more blest than they, Spend each happy night and day With my charming little cruiskeen lawn, lawn, lawn, My charming little cruiskeen lawn.
Страница 91 - YE good fellows all, Who love to be told where good claret's in store, Attend to the call Of one who's ne'er frighted, But greatly delighted, With six bottles more. Be sure you don't pass The good house Moneyglass, Which the jolly red god so peculiarly owns ; 'Twill well suit your humour, For pray what would you more Than mirth, with good claret, and bumpers, Squire Jones?

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