The Rose, Shamrock, and Thistle Song Book
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Excerpt from The Rose, Shamrock, and Thistle Song Book: The Songs of the Old Country for the People of the Colonies Adieu To Innisfail. Adieu! the snowy sail Swells her bosom to the gale. And our barque from Innisfail Bounds away. While we gaze upon thy shore, That we never shall see more, And the blinding tears flow o´er, We pray: Ma vourneen! be thou long In peace, the queen of song - In battle proud and strong As the sea! Be saints thine offspring still - True heroes guard each hill - And harps by every rill Sound free! Tho´, round her Indian bowels, The hand of nature showers The brightest-blooming flowers Of our sphere; Yet not the richest rose In an alien clime that blows, Like the brier at home that grows Is dear. Tho´ glowing breasts may be In soft vales beyond the sea, Yet ever, Gra ma chree, Shall I wail For the heart of love I leave, In the dreary hours of eve, On thy stormy shore to grieve, Innisfail. But mem´ry o´er the deep On her dewy wing shall sweep, When in midnight hours I weep O´er thy wrongs; And bring me, steep´d in tears, The dead flow´rs of other years, And waft unto my ears Home´s songs. When I slumber in the gloom Of a nameless foreign tomb, By a distant ocean´s boom, Innisfail! Around thy em´rald shore May the clasping sea adore, And each wave in thuuder roar, "All hail!" And when the final sigh Shall bear my soul on high, And on chainless wing I fly Thro´ the blue, Earth´s latest thought shall be, As I soar above the sea - "Green Erin, dear, to thee - Adieu!" Westward, Ho! My Mary ban, ´tis nearly dawn, Come down, my Mary dear; And let not those, our sleeping foes, Your passing footsteps hear. For should they wake, my life they´d take, Or take away from me My more than life, my plighted wife - My Mary ban, machree. My love, my pride, the world is wide, And wheresoe´er we roam, We´ve strength, and youth, and love, and truth, To build ourselves a home. There´s nought but care and sorrow here In everything I see; And nothing bright, by day or night, But Mary ban, machree. My love! I knew your word was true; Your heart was strong and brave. We´ll seek, asthore, the better shore That smiles beyond the wave! Our lot, we know, where´er we go, A lot of toil must be; But yet away we start to-day, My Mary ban, machree. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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