Irish ToastsH.M. Caldwell Company, 1908 - 111 страница |
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... wine of Spain to thy health will drain My Ros geal dubh . Arch of the ocean and 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 ...
... wine of Spain to thy health will drain My Ros geal dubh . Arch of the ocean and 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 ...
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... Wine and women all his joy , And from a foe he'll never run . And whether he is rich or not , He ne'er feels discontent at all , For when he cash in store has got , Ne'er rests till he has spent it all . Och so frisky fond of whiskey ...
... Wine and women all his joy , And from a foe he'll never run . And whether he is rich or not , He ne'er feels discontent at all , For when he cash in store has got , Ne'er rests till he has spent it all . Och so frisky fond of whiskey ...
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... Wine is the mistress I love most ; This is my toast , now give me thine . Well said , my lad , ne'er let it stand , I give you Chloe , nymph divine ; May love and wine go hand in hand ; This is my toast , now give me thine . Fill up the ...
... Wine is the mistress I love most ; This is my toast , now give me thine . Well said , my lad , ne'er let it stand , I give you Chloe , nymph divine ; May love and wine go hand in hand ; This is my toast , now give me thine . Fill up the ...
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... wine ; For my part , he who fills my glass Shall be my toast , now give me thine . What's a table richly spread Without a woman at its head ? When once the young heart of a maiden is stolen , The maiden herself will steal after it soon ...
... wine ; For my part , he who fills my glass Shall be my toast , now give me thine . What's a table richly spread Without a woman at its head ? When once the young heart of a maiden is stolen , The maiden herself will steal after it soon ...
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... Wine of Spain , To her we'll drain , Whoe'er she be , I love her ! Women are like tricks by sleight of hand , Which to admire , we should not under- stand . CONVIVIAL AND HUMOROUS TOASTS Beimedh a gole ! ( Let. 58 IRISH TOASTS.
... Wine of Spain , To her we'll drain , Whoe'er she be , I love her ! Women are like tricks by sleight of hand , Which to admire , we should not under- stand . CONVIVIAL AND HUMOROUS TOASTS Beimedh a gole ! ( Let. 58 IRISH TOASTS.
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adore Bacchus blessing blest boys brave brim cheer chroidhe a cúilin chroidhe mo crúiscín 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 fathers foe can meet friendship frisky Gaels gild girl give me thine glass goblet grádh mo chroidhe green little hand happy Heaven hurrah Irish eyes Irish heart Irish hospitality Irish lads Irishman Kilkenny kiss lass lave Let the toast liberty lips little crúiscín lán live maid maiden Mavourneen mirth mother native land ne'er never o'er ocean Old Ireland Patrick's Day purple queen rock of Ireland Saint Patrick send round sham Shillelagh slainthe sorrow soul sparkling sure sweet little shamrock tears thee thou toast pass TOASTS AND SENTIMENTS Tom Moore Twas weep wherever you roam whiskey wife wine
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