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A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

  Gortnamona

Long long ago, in the woods of Gortnamona
I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree
But oh! It was my heart that was ringing, ringing , ringing
With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love to me.

Long long ago, in the woods of Gortnamona
I thought the wind was sighing, in the blackthorn tree
But oh it was the banshee, crying, crying, crying
And I knew my love was lying far away from me.

Now if you go through the woods of Gortnamona
You hear the raindrops creeping through the Blackthorn tree
But oh! It is the tears, that I am weeping, weeping, weeping
For the loved one that is sleeping far away from me.

Long long ago, in the woods of Gortnamona
I thought the birds were singing in the Blackthorn tree
But oh! It was my heart, ringing, ringing, ringing
With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love to me.

  I Hear You Calling Me

I hear you calling me.
You called me when the moon had veiled her light,
Before I went from you into the night
I came, do you remember, back to you,
For one last kiss, beneath the kind star's light.

I hear you calling me,
And oh the ringing gladness of your voice.
The words that made my longing heart rejoice,
You told, do you remember, all my heart,
Still hears the distant music of your voice.

I hear you calling me,
Though years have stretched their weary length between,
And on your grave the mossy grass is green,
I stand, do you remember listening here?
Hearing your voice through all the years between.

I hear you calling me.

  Kathleen Mavourneen

Kathleen Mavourneen! The grey dawn is breaking
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking
Kathleen Mavourneen - what, slumbering still!
O hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
O hast thou forgotten this day we must part?
It may be for years, and it may be forever;
Oh, why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years, and it may be forever;
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen Mavourneen?

Kathleen Mavourneen! Awake from thy slumbers
The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light,
Ah! Where is the spell that once hung on my numbers?
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night.
Mavourneen, mavourneen, my sad tears are falling
To thin that from Erin and thee I must part.
It may be for years, and it may be forever;
Oh, why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years, and it may be forever;
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen Mavourneen?

  Macushla

Macushla! Macushla!
Your sweet voice is calling,
Calling me softly,
Again and again,
Macushla! Macushla!
I hear it's dear pleading,
My blue-eyed Macushla,
I hear it in vain.

Macushla! Macushla!
Your white arms are reaching,
I feel them enfolding,
Caressing me still.
Fling them out from the darkness,
My lost love, Macushla!
Let them find me and bind me
Again, if they will.

Macushla! Macushla!
Your red lips are saying
That death is a dream,
And love is for aye,
Then awaken, Macushla,
Awake from your dreaming,
My flue eyed Macushla,
Awaken to stay.

  Mother Machree

There's a spot in my heart which no colleen may own.
There's a depth in my soul never sounded or known.
There's a place in my memory, my life that you fill.
No other can take it, no one ever will.

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Sure, I love the dear silver that shines in your hair,
And the brow that's all furrowed and wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers so toil worn for me.
On, God bless you and keep you, Mother Machree.

Every sorrow or care in the dear days gone by
Was made bright by the light of that smile in your eye.
Like a candle that's set in the window at night
Your fond love has cheered me and guided me right.

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  My Mary of the Curling Hair

My Mary of the curling hair
The laughing cheeks and bashful air
A bridal morn is dawning fair
With blushes in the skies.

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Sisul Siul Siul a run.
Siul co socair agus siul go ciuin.
My love my pearl my own sweet girl
My Mountain Maid arise.

For we were know from infancy,
Thy fathers hearth was home to me.
No selfish love was mine for thee,
Unholy and unwise.

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But soon my love shall be my bride,
And happy by our own fireside,
My veins shall feel the rosy tide,
Which lingering hope denies.

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  The Rose of Mooncoin

Oh how sweet 'tis to roam by the Suir's lovely stream,
And to hear the birds coo 'neath the morning sun beams.
Where the thrush and the robin their sweet notes entwine
On the Banks of the Suir that flows down by Mooncoin.

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Flow on lovely river flow gently along
By your waters so sweet,
Sounds the lark's merry song
On your green bank I'll wander
Where first I did join
With you lovely Molly, the Rose of Mooncoin.

Oh! Molly, dear Molly, it breaks my fond heart
To know that we two, for ever must part
I'll think of you, Molly, while sun and moon shine
On the Banks of the Suir that flows down by Mooncoin.

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She has sailed far away oe'r the dark rolling foam
Far away from the hills of her dear Irish home
Where the fisherman sports with his small boat and line
On the Banks of the Suir that flows down by Mooncoin.

  Silver Threads Among The Gold

Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my brow today,
Life is fading fast away.
But, my darling, you will be, will be,
Always young and fair to me,
Yes, my darling, you will be,
Always young and fair to me.

Love is always young and fair.
What to us is silver hair,
Faded cheeks or steps grown slow,
To the heart that beats below?
Since I kissed you, mine alone, alone,
You have never older grown;
Since I kissed you, mine alone,
You have never older grown.

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Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today,
Life is fading fast away.

  Where The River Shannon Flows

There's a pretty spot in Ireland
I always claim for my land
Where the fairies and the blarney
Will never, never die
It's the land of the shillalah
My heart goes back there daily
To the girl I left behind me
When we kissed and said goodbye.

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Where dear old Shannon's flowing
Where the three-leaved shamrock grows
Where my heart is I am going
To my little Irish rose
And the moment that I meet her
With a hug and kiss I'll greet her
For there's not a colleen sweeter
Where the River Shannon flows.

Sure no letter I'll be mailing
For soon I will be sailing
And I'll bless the ship that takes me
To my dear old Erin's shore
There I'll settle down forever
I'll leave the old sod never
And I'll whisper to my sweetheart
"Come and take my name Asthore."

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