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The Publisher, in presenting this “ Universal Irish Song
It embodies all the standard songs of the different classes ;
A selection of the best of that crude class mainly composed
Notwithstanding the magnitude of the work and its com-
P. J. KENEDY.
IRISH SONG BOOK.
AIR. - —“ Banks of Banna."
Losing all that made life dear,
In days of boyhood, meet our ear,
Wakening thoughts that long have slept,
In faded eyes that long have wept.
Beds of oriental flowers,
That once was heard in happier hours;
Though the flowers have sunk in death;
Its memory lives in Music's breath.
Language fades before thy spell!
When thou canst breathe her soul so well?
Love's are even more false than they ;
Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
SONG OF THE BATTLE EVE.
.-“ Cruiskeen Lawn.”
TO-MORROW, comrade, we
There to conquer, or both lie low !
'Tis true, in manliest eyes
When we think of the friends we leave lone ;
[our own! With its tears we'll chase away our own, boy', With its tears we'll chase away our own.
But daylight's stealing on;
Saw our children around us play ;
[boy, away; But—no matter-grasp thy sword and away, No matter-grasp thy sword and away!
Let those who brook the chain
Ignobly by their firesides stay ;
[hurra! Then, for Erin and her cause, boy, hurra! hurra! Then, for Erin and her cause, hurra!
THE GROVES OF BLARNEY.
The groves of Blarney
Of sweet silent streams;
By the sweet rock close.
And the rose so fair;
The sweet fragrant air,
Or Queen Helen fair;
Can with her compare.
Her place of strength;
In her battlement.
In sweet solitude.
In the afternoon;