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By Various
Now the song comes swelling bolder,
And the boatman’s chant is heard,
Louder o’er the distant waters,
As it would outvie the bird;
But each song at last is finish’d,
And the bird to rest once more,
Leaves no sound to break the quiet
By Various
Who can say there is no pleasure
Thus to walk the night alone,
Listening to the night-bird’s music,
Or the boatman’s solemn tone?
Where is there a spot more lovely,
Where the vail of night hangs o’er?
Where another place more lovely
Than this silent lake-side shore?
By Various
There’s a good time coming, boys,
A good time coming;
There’s a good time coming, boys,
Wait a little longer;
The pen shall supersede the sword,
And right, not might, shall be the lord,
In the good time comidg;
Worth, not birth, shall rule mankind,
And be acknowledged stronger,
The proper impulse has been given,
By Various
Seven Recipes to make BREAD,
Six Recipes to make BISCUITS or ROLLS,
Seventeen Recipes to make HOT BREAD and CAKES,
Fourteen Recipes for BREAKFAST DISHES,
Sixteen Recipes for Preparing BEEF for the Table,
Eleven Recipes for Preparing VEAL for the Table,
Fifteen Recipes for Preparing MUTTON for the Table,
Fourteen Recipes for Preparing PORK for the Table,
Twelve Recipes for Preparing POULTRY and GAME for the Table,
Ten Recipes for Preparing FISH for the Table,
Nine Recipes for NICE BREAKFAST DISHE...
By Various
Pg 12 - ‘permisson’ for ‘permission’
Pg 21 - ‘afface’ for ‘efface’
Pg 26 - ‘Jane’ for ‘Juney’
Pg 33 - ‘sororws’ for ‘sorrows’
Pg 40 - ‘tallk’ for ‘talk’
Pg 51 - ‘childern,’ possible misprint for ‘children’
Pg 57 - ‘gathere,’ for ‘gathered’ or ‘gather’
Pg 61 - ‘pnmpkins’ for ‘pumpkins’
Pg 69 - ‘comidg’ for ‘coming’
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By Various
I’ll leave thee in thy happiness
As one too dear to love;
As one I think on but to bless
As wretchedly I rove;
And oh! when sorrow’s cup I drink
All bitter though it be,
How sweet t’will be for me to think
By Various
When evening brings the twilight hour,
I pass a lonely spot,
Where oft she comes to cull the flower,
We call “Forget-me-not.”
She never whispers go, nor stay;
She never whispers go, nor stay;
We met by chance, the usual way,
We met by chance, the usual way
We met by chance,
We met by chance,
By Various
Once, how, I can not well divine,
Unless by chance we kiss’d,
I found her lips were close to mine,
So I could not resist;
As neither whisper’d yea, nor nay,
As neither whisper’d yea, nor nay,
They met by chance, the usual way,
They met by chance, the usual way,
They met by chance,
They met by chance,
By Various
For the step will lose its lightness,
And the hair be changed to grey;
Eyes once bright give up their luster,
And the hopes of youth decay
When all these have passed upon me,
And stern age has touched my brow,
Will the change find you unchanging?
Will you love me then as now?
By Various
The morn was fair, the skies were clear,
No breath came o’er the sea,
When Mary left her highland cot,
And wandered forth with me;
Though flowers deck’d the mountain’s side,
And fragrance fill’d the vale,
By far the sweetest flower there,
By Various
Where’er I wander’d, east or west,
Though fate began to lower,
A solace still was she to me,
In sorrow’s lonely hour;
When tempest lashed our gallant bark,
And rent her shivering sail,
One maiden form withstood the storm,
’Twas the Rose of Allendale.
By Various
I have heard the mavis singing,
His love-song to the morn,
I have seen the dew-drops clinging,
To the rose just newly born;
But a sweeter song has cheered me,
At the evening’s gentle close,
I have seen an eye still brighter,
By Various
Oft in the stilly night,
Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,
Fond mem’ry brings the light
Of other days around me;
The smiles, the tears of childhood’s years,
The words of love then spoken,
The eyes that shone, now dimm’d and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!
By Various
’Twas a beautiful night, and the stars shone bright,
And the moon o’er the waters played,
When a gay cavalier to a bower drew near,
A maid to serenade;
To tenderest words he swept the chords,
And many a sigh heaved he,
While o’er and o’er he fondly swore,
By Various
Last week I took a wife,
And when I first did woo her,
I vow’d to stick through life,
Like Cobler’s wax unto her,
But soon we went to some mishap,
To loggerheads together,
And when my wife began to strap,
By Various
The chaplet wreathed by Gerty’s hand,
Of roses white and red,
Unheeded in their freshness lie
Above his lowly head;
And the evening cricket’s chirp is heard,
When falls the pearly dew,
And the lamps of heaven shine brightly down,
By Various
Near Clyde’s gay stream there lived a maid,
Whose mind was chaste and pure;
Content she lived in humble life,
Beloved by all who knew her;
Protected ’neath her parents’ roof,
Her time pass’d on quite merry;
She loved and was beloved again,
By Various
I larned me reading an’ writing,
At Ballyragget where I wint to school,
’Twas there I first took to fighting,
With the schoolmaster Misther O’Toole;
He and I there had many a scrimmage,
The divil a copy I wrote,
But not a gossoon in the village,
By Various
A bog-trotter wan, Mickey Mulvany,
He tried for to coax her away;
He had money an’ I hadn’t any,
So a challenge I sint him wan day;
Next morning we met at Killhealy,
The Shannon we cross’d in a boat,
There I lather’d him with me shillely,
By Various
Me fame spread through the nation,
Folks flock for to gaze upon me,
All cry out without hesitation,
“Och, yer a fightin’ man, Mickey Magee!”
I fought with the Finegan faction,
We bate all the Murphies afloat,
If inclined for a row or a ruction,