Irish ToastsH.M. Caldwell Company, 1908 - 111 страница |
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... bosom rises , An emerald set in the ring of the sea ; Each blade of thy meadows my faithful heart prizes , Thou queen of the West , the world's Cushla - ma - chree ! Down with the tyrants , and up with the green and gold ! Erin the land ...
... bosom rises , An emerald set in the ring of the sea ; Each blade of thy meadows my faithful heart prizes , Thou queen of the West , the world's Cushla - ma - chree ! Down with the tyrants , and up with the green and gold ! Erin the land ...
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... bosom of law . " Land of the free ! for the shelter thou'st given To those whom the storm of oppres- sion has driven From their homes , may a blessing be on thee from Heaven , " Say the sons and the daughters of Erin go bragh . To the ...
... bosom of law . " Land of the free ! for the shelter thou'st given To those whom the storm of oppres- sion has driven From their homes , may a blessing be on thee from Heaven , " Say the sons and the daughters of Erin go bragh . To the ...
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... bosom shall still be my home And thine eyes make my climate wherever I roam . Through all the drama whether damned or not Love gilds the scene , and women guide the plot . To Every Maid , Wife , or Widow To each to all , I'm ever true ...
... bosom shall still be my home And thine eyes make my climate wherever I roam . Through all the drama whether damned or not Love gilds the scene , and women guide the plot . To Every Maid , Wife , or Widow To each to all , I'm ever true ...
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... dimples we prize , And here's to her that has none , sir , Here's to the maid with a pair of black eyes , And here is to her that's but one , sir . Let the toast pass , etc. Here's to the maid with the bosom of snow ,. 54 IRISH TOASTS.
... dimples we prize , And here's to her that has none , sir , Here's to the maid with a pair of black eyes , And here is to her that's but one , sir . Let the toast pass , etc. Here's to the maid with the bosom of snow ,. 54 IRISH TOASTS.
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Charles Welsh. Here's to the maid with the bosom of snow , And to her that's brown as a berry ; And here's to the wife with a face full of woe , And here's to the girl that is merry . Let the toast pass , etc. Let her be clumsy , or let ...
Charles Welsh. Here's to the maid with the bosom of snow , And to her that's brown as a berry ; And here's to the wife with a face full of woe , And here's to the girl that is merry . Let the toast pass , etc. Let her be clumsy , or let ...
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Bacchus belief To simpleton blessing blest boys brave bright bowl brim cheer chroidhe a cúilin comfort they shed Daniel O'Connell dear little plant dear little shamrock drain drink divine earth emblem Emerald Isle Erin go bragh Erin-go Erin's sons eyes flower too fair frisky Gaels give me thine glass goblet grádh mo chroidhe green little happy Heaven Hebe hurrah Irish eyes Irish heart Irish hospitality Irish lads Irishman Kilkenny leave points Let the toast lips little crúiscín lán live maid Mavourneen moment's a flower ne'er never o'er the soul ocean Old Ireland ould Patrick's Day points of belief purple reasoning fools rock of Ireland round the wine Saint Patrick send round sham Shillelagh simpleton sages slainthe sorrow sweet little shamrock tears thee thou toast pass TOASTS AND SENTIMENTS Tom Moore Twas weep wherever you roam whiskey wife wither'd and stain'd
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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.
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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.
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