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The Irish Soldier
The Irish soldier, cast for fight,
Stood to his arms at dead of night,
Watching the east, until its ray
The Irish Mother To Her Child
Now welcome, welcome, baby--boy, unto a mother's fears,
The pleasure of her sufferings, the rainbow of her t ...
The Parley
Ours is no quarrel that will not be ended--
Ours are not hearts to hate on to the las ...
Chaunt Of The Cholera
From my proper clime and subjects,
In my hot and swarthy East,
North and Westward I am coming
For a conquest and a feast-
Soggarth Aroon
Am I the slave they say,
Soggarth aroon?
Since you did show the way,
The Shamrock And The Lily
Sir Shamrock, sitting drinking,
At close of day, at close of day,
The Irish Priest’s Song
Men who for the land do toil,
Humble brethren of our soil,
Yes! Discord's Hand To The Last It Was
Yes! discord's hand to the last it was
In every field of our story,
The Celt’s Paradise. First Duan
OSSIAN. Man of prayers, lead me forth
From our silent cell of care,
The morning--breeze to me is worth
All thy hymns and all thy prayer--
The Celt’s Paradise. Fourth Duan
And yet beneath that happy sky,
Was heard one ever--during sigh,
One heart of sadness there was known,
One voice of sorrow wept alone,

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