Norah O’Neill (John O Brien Poems)
That Norah O'Neill is a sthreel,*And I'm talking the way that I feel,With her dowdy old hat, and her hair ...
That Norah O'Neill is a sthreel,*And I'm talking the way that I feel,With her dowdy old hat, and her hair ...
And where are you going, ma bouchelleen--bawn,From father and mother so early ...
The night when last I saw my ladHis eyes were bright an' wet.He took my two hands in his own,"'Tis ...
THEY have hanged Roger Casement to the tollingof a bell,Ochone, och, ochone, ochone!And their Smiths, and their Murrays, and their ...
'Where am I from?' From the green hills of Erin. 'Have I no song then?' My songs are all sung. ...
I saw the household of Finn; it was not the household of a soft race;I had a vision of that ...
Och hey! for the splendour of tartans!And hey for the dirk and the targe!The race that was hard as the ...
AH! I remember when I was a girl How my hair naturally used to curl, And how my aunt four ...
Och ! my name's Pat Malone, and I'm from Tipperary. Sure, I don't know it now, I'm so ...
Miejmy nadzieję! Nie tę lichą, marną, Co rdzeń spr?chniały w wątły kwiat ubiera, Lecz tę niezłomną, kt?ra tkwi ...
"DRAW near to the tables, ye that wear the cloaks; Here ye have flesh, but it is not roast flesh, ...
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
WEE, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' ...
Down by the beautiful Lakes of Killarney, Off times I have met my own dear Barney, In the sweet summer ...
I'm a rattling boy from Dublin town, I courted a girl called Biddy Brown, Her eyes they were as black ...
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