Irish ToastsH.M. Caldwell Company, 1908 - 111 страница |
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... Queen of the West ! Be bold , united , firmly set , Nor flinch in word or tone We'll be a glorious nation yet , Redeemed erect alone ! Bless the country , say I , that gave Patrick his birth , Bless the land of the oak , and its ...
... Queen of the West ! Be bold , united , firmly set , Nor flinch in word or tone We'll be a glorious nation yet , Redeemed erect alone ! Bless the country , say I , that gave Patrick his birth , Bless the land of the oak , and its ...
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... 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 of potatoes ; may it never lack. 8 TRISH TOASTS.
... 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 of potatoes ; may it never lack. 8 TRISH TOASTS.
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... the brave will be heard , The long exiled brave cheering Sheela na guire . The Irish - American - may his tribe increase ! The Lads of the land of Shillelagh . The queen of all islands is Erin , the blest. 23 IRISH TOASTS.
... the brave will be heard , The long exiled brave cheering Sheela na guire . The Irish - American - may his tribe increase ! The Lads of the land of Shillelagh . The queen of all islands is Erin , the blest. 23 IRISH TOASTS.
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Charles Welsh. The queen of all islands is Erin , the blest . 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 . What flood reflects a ...
Charles Welsh. The queen of all islands is Erin , the blest . 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 . What flood reflects a ...
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... invented kissing . Love must , in short , Keep fond and true , Thro ' good report And evil too . May the smiles of women cheer Irish lads so clever That they in whiskey drink to beauty's queens for ever. 47 IRISH TOASTS.
... invented kissing . Love must , in short , Keep fond and true , Thro ' good report And evil too . May the smiles of women cheer Irish lads so clever That they in whiskey drink to beauty's queens for ever. 47 IRISH TOASTS.
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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 103 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? • From the heretic girl of my soul should I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss ? No, perish the hearts, and the laws that try Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this ! SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING.
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?