The Best of Irish Music (Complete Sheet Music Editions)

THECOMPLETE
BEST SHEET
OF MlRlSH MUSIC-
U S I C EDITIONS
Featuring: DANNY BOY MAGNAMARA'S BAND WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING PEG 0'MY HEART -
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HARRIGAN MOLLY MA1
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TOO-RA-WO-RA-L00-RAL (THAT'S AN IRISH LULLABY). IRELAND MUST BE HEAVEN. MY WILD IRISH ROSE
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M-O-T-H-E-R (A WORD THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME) MOTHER MACHREE ROSES OF PICARDY
E IF I KNOCK THE "L" OUT OF KELLY WEARIN' OF '"'E GREEN ISLE 0'
n n = A M Q A N n A l I THE n RSI 75 nF TYE BEST IRISH SONGS EVER WRllTEN! NE NLARGED EDITION!
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BEST SHEET MUSIC
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CONTENTS
BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS...............................1 1
BY KILLARNE Y 'S LAKES AND FELLS (Killarney) ............................................12
COME BACK TO ERIN ..............................................................................................14
DANNY BOY .............................................................................................................. 4
(The) DEAR LITTLE SHAMROCK............................................................................. 16
DUFFY'S BLUNDERS............................................................ .
. ...............................18
(The) FOGGY DEW .................................................................................................... 20
(The) GAL WAY PIPER ........................... ......... ......................................................... -22
(The) GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME ............................................................................... 27
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HARRIGAN ........................... .......................................................................... 24
(The) HAT MY FATHER WORE................................................................................. 28
(The) HAT MY FATHER WORE UPON ST. PATRICK'S DA Y.................................. 30
1HAD FIFTEEN DOLLARS IN MY INSIDE POCKET................................................ 32
I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN, KATHLEEN ........................................................... 34
1LOVE MY LOVE IN THE MORNING........................................................................ 36
IF 1KNOCK THE "L OUT OF KELLY .................................................................145
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IRELAND MUST BE HEA VEN.................................................................................158

(The) IRISH EMIGRANT ............................................................................................38
(The) IRISH JUBILEE ................................................................................... 40
(The) IRISHMAN'S SHANTY ..................................................................................... 37
ISLE 0' DREAMS..................................................................................................... 44
I'VE GOT RINGS ON MY FINGERS ..........................................................................49
I JOLLY IRISHMEN...................................................................................................... 50
KATHLEEN MA VOURNEEN .....................................................................................52
I (The) KERRY DANCE................................................................................................54
KITTY OF COLERAINE ............................................................................................. 48
(The) LAST ROSE OF SUMMER...............................................................................56
LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DA YS OF OLD............................................................57
LET ME CALL YOU SWEETHEART .........................................................................58
LITTLE ANNIE ROONEY ...........................................................................................61
LONDONDERRY AIR .................................................................................................64
MacNAMARA 'S BAND ............................................................................................154
MARY'S GRAND OLD NAME....................................................................................66
McSORLEY'S TWINS ................................................................................................68
1 (The) MINSTREL BOY ...............................................................................................70
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MOLL Y MALONE (Cockles and Mussels) ...............................................................72
MOLLY O! ..................................................................................................................74
M-0- T-H-E-R ( A Word that Means the World to Me) ..........................................4 8
MOTHER MA CHREE .................................................................................................77
MY BEAUTIFUL IRISH MAID ....................................................................................83
MY MELANCHOLY BABY .........................................................................................80
MY WILD IRISH ROSE...............................................................................................86
NORAH. THE PRIDE OF KILDARE...........................................................................95
OFF TO PHILADELPHIA ...........................................................................................88
0 KAlY O'NEIL .........................................................................................................90
OLCOTT'S LULLABY ................................................................................................92
PAT MALLOY ............................................................................................................96
PEG 0' MY HEART ......................................................................................................8
(A) PLACE IN THY MEMORY....................................................................................98
RORY O'MOORE .....................................................................................................100
(The) ROSE OF TRALEE.....................................................................................0 2
ROSES OF PICARDY ..........................................................................................5 1
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ST PA TRICK'S DAY .........................................................................................0 4
ST. PATRICK WAS A GENTLEMAN....................................................................0 9
SWEET ROSE O'GRADY ........................................................................................106
THEY SAIL 'D AWAY (Dublin Bay) ......................................................................110
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. THO' THE LAST GLIMPSE OF ERIN (The Coulin) ................................................I11
)( TOO-RA-LOO-RA-LOO-RAL (That's An Irish Lullaby) .........................................138
WEARING OF THE GREEN..................................................................................112
WE MA Y ROAM THRO' THIS WORLD (The Daughters of Erin) ..........................118
WHEN FIRST I SA W SWEET PEGGY (The Low Back'd Car)...............................120
WHEN I DREAM OF OLD ERIN (I'm Dreaming of You) ........................................122
WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING .........................................................................142
WHEN IT'S MOONLIGHT IN MA YO (Two Irish Eyes Are Smiling).......................115
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT HAT? .......................................................................125
WHERE THE RIVER SHANNON FLOWS ...............................................................128
WHISTLING GYPSY ................................................................................................134
WHO THREW THE OVERALLS IN MISTRESS MURPHY'S CHOWDER ..............131
WIND0W MACHREE ...............................................................................................141
YOUNG RORY O'MORE ..........................................................................................136
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DANNY BOY
Words by Fred Weatherly
M ~ ~ sfirco m An Old Irish Air
Andante
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I Oh, Dan - ny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are call - iny . . . . From glen t o
and down the moun - tain side, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The sum - mer's
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1 gone, and all the ro - ses fall - ing, ... . . It's you it's you must go and I must
I bide. . ....... . But come ye back when sum - mer's in the mea - dow, . . . . Or when the
ley's hush'd and white with snow, . . . . . . . . I t I be there in sun -shine or in
sha - dow, ... Oh., Dan - ny Boy, oh, Dan -ny Boy, I lovg you so ! . . . . . . . . . .
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and .all the flowr's are
lng, . . . . . . . . . . If am dead, as dead I well may
I be,. ................... Ye'll come and find the place where I am I
ly -
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ing,
- ..... And kneel and say an A - ve there for mc ; . ..... And I shaIl
I hear, though soft you tread a- bove me, .. . . . .. And all
will warm - er, sweet - er be, . . . . . . . .*.. . . . . . . For you will
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PEG 0' MY HEART
Words by Alfred Bryan
Music by Fred Fischer
Verse :
I moon Pret - t v Pee, can't vou see - heav - en sent you to me - 1'

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I need vou much more- than I can ..
sav. I know I'm aim - inn high - But a
love her I love- her f o n d a n d true
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I Iove you, We'
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I love you, I a1 - ways knew,- I t would be you, -

I love you, Dear lit - tle girl, - Sweet lit - tle girl, -
Your glanc - es "How's chanc - es?"
Your glanc - es en -trance us,
BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE
ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS
all those en - dear - ing young charms Which I gaze on so fond - ly t o -

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2.
Be
It
- lieve me if
is not while beau - ty and youth are thine own, And thy cheek an-pro-fan'd by a
f a i r - y gifts fad-ing a -
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d a y , Were t o change by to-mor-row and fleet in my arms, Like
tear,. That the fer - vor and faith of s soul can be known,To which time will but make thee more
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way, -
dear, -
Thouwould'st still be a-dor'd, as this mo-ment thou art, Let thy love - li-ness f ade a s it
Oh, the heart that has tru - ly loved nev - er for-gets, But ~s t r u - ly loves on to the

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BY KILLARNEY'S LAKES AND FELLS (Killarney)
By E. Falconer and Michael William Balfe
Moderato
1. By 1 -a - neyb- lakes and fells, Em - 'rald isles and,

2. In - nis - fa1 - l e n ' s ru - in'd shrine May -
sug gest a
and,
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3. No place else c a n charm the cp With such bright
4.Mu - sic there f o r Ech - o dwells, Makes each sound a-
t. wind - ing bays, Moun - tain paths, a n d wood - land dells,

2. pass - ing sigh, But man'sfaith c a n ne'er de - cline
3. va - ried tints; Ev - 'ry rock that- you pass by,
4. har - mo - ny; Man - y voic'd t h e cho - rus mreUs,
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I. Mem - 'ry ev - er fond - ly strays; Boun - teous na - ture
2. Such God's won - ders float - ing by; Cas - tle Lough and
3. Ver - dure 'broid - ers or be-sprints; =r - gin there the
4. Till it 'faints in ec - sta - sy; With the charm - ful
i. loves all lands; Beau - t y u-an - ders ev - 'ry - u-here, Foot-printsleaves on

2. Glen nn- Bay,- Moun - tains Tore, and E a - gles Nest, Still at Mu - cross
3. grecrl grass grows, Ev - 'ry morn springs na -. tal d?y, Bright-hued ber - ries
4.tints be - low,- Seems the heavh a - bove to vle; All rich col - ors
i. man - y strands, But her home is - sure - ly -there! An - gels fold their
'2. you must pray, - Though the monks a r e now ' at - rest. An - gt.1~won- der
3. daff the snows,- Smil - ing win - t e r k frown a - way. An - gvls oft - en
! 4. that u-e know,- Tinge the cloud - wreaths in that- sky. Rings of a n - gels
I.wings and rest In that E - den of - the, R-est,

n o t that man There u-ould fain pro -
.paus - ing there Doubt if E - den
so might shine, Glanc - ing back soft
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COME BACK TO ERIN
- By Claribel
C CdimC G7 C Dm D7 G7
Come back to E - rin, Ma-vour-neen,Ma-vour-neen,Comeback,A-roon to the land of thy birth,

I- 0 - ver thegreensea,Ma-vour-neen,Ma-vour -neen,Longshonethe whitesailthat bore thee a -way,
C Cdim C G7 C D7 G7 C
I- Come with the shamrocks andsprin 4ime,Mavour-neen,And its Kill-ar - ney shall ring with dur mirth.
Rid - ing the whitewaves,thatfair fum-mer morn-in' Just like a May flow> a - float on the bay.
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C Cdim C G7 C Dm D7 G7
I" come back to E - r i n , Ma-vour-neen,?tfa-vour-nee~i,Come back a-gain t o the land of thy birth,
C C d i m C G7 C F Dm C G7 C
THE DEAR LITTLE SHAMROCK
Words by Andrew Cherry
Music by J. W. Cherry
Moderato G D7 C G
I 1. T h e r e ' s a dear lit - tle plant that grows in our Isle, 'twas Saint
C G A7 D7 G C G
I Pat - rick him - self sure that set it; and the sun on his
la - bour with plea - sure did smile, and with dew f r o m his eye of - ten
I wet it. It shines thro' the bog, thro' the brake, t h r o ' the

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I m i r e - land, and he called it the dear lit - tle Sham - rock of Ire-land.
Sham - rock, the sweet lit - tle Sham-rock the
lit - tle, sweet lit - tle Sham-rock of Ire - land. 2. T h a t Ire - land.
2. That dear little plant still grows in our land,

F r e s h and fair a s the daughters of Erin,
Whose s m i l e s can bewitch, and whose eyes can command,
In each climate they ever appear in:
F o r they shine thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland,
J u s t like their own dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
The dear little Shamrock, the sweet little Shamrock,
The dear little, sweet little Shamrock of Ireland.
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3. That dear little plant that springs from our soil,

When its t h r e e liffle leaves a r e extended
Denotes from the stalk we together should toil,
And ourselves by ourselves be befriended.
And still thro' the bog, thro' the brake, and the mireland,
From one root should branch, like the Shamrock of Ireland.
The dear little Shamrock, the sweet little Shamrock,
The d e a r little, sweet liffle Shamrock of Ireland.
or
the ev - i - dence shows me ;ight hat we
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free now t o roam. here i t a glance,
bur - g l a r his way. But he came in the night - time for he was no fool, And-
gained him r e - nown. We have two Chi-nese laun - dry-men ev - ' r y - one knows, S o we?ll
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save the poor black- smith and liang one of . those.
4th Verse: When Dnffy was poor, sure one day he g o t , a o r k ,

F o r to put in sixteen ton of coal,
He was promised five d o l l a r s when he would get t h r o u g h ,
So he soon ha3 the coal down the hole.
When he got through tlie job he went up w i t h a smile,
For his five d o l l a r note he did call,
He w a s offered one dolkar and told w i t h a laugh,
He could t a k e that, or nothing a t a l l .
4th Chorus: But Duffy said "no" and went down in the r a i n ,
An.d he c a r r i e d each lump of coal up a g a i n ,
The poor man was half dead, when he g a z e d at the heap,
But he says"1'm no gawk and I'll never work cheap!'
THE FOGGY DEW
Words by Alfred Percival Craves
Music From An Old Irish Air
Slowly
l.Oh! a wan cloud was drawn o ' e r the dim weep - ing dawn, as to
sud-den s u n k i s s ' d the cold cru - el mist in - to
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danc - ing show'rs- o f dia - mond dew, and the dark flow - ing s t r e a m laugh'd,
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girl I love b e s t w a s beat - ing, ah beat - ing, how loud and f a s t ! While the
back to his beam, and the l a r k soar'd- s i n g - ing a - loft in the blue! While no
doubts and the f e a r s of the l o n g a c h -ing y e a r s s e e m ' d min - gling t h e i r voic- e s with the
'phan - t o m of night but a form- of d e - light stood with a r m s out s p r e a d for h e r
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moan ing flood, t i l l full in my path like a wild wa - t e r wraith, my-
d a r - ling boy, and the girl 1 love best, on my wild throb-bing breast, hid her
t r u e l o v e ' n shad - ow la - ment - ing stood. 2. But the

thou - s a n d t r e a s - u r e s with a
I HE GALWAY PIPER
" - ^ ' I Irish Melody
,
Allegro
1. Ev - 'ry per - son in the na - tion-
I I or of great or hum - ble sta - t i o n holds in high - est
es - ti - ma - tion Pip - ing Tim of

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Loud 1 he can play or low.
- move you hearts or
- i n g Tim of Gal - way.
2. When the wedding bells a r e ringing

His the breath to lead the singing,
Then in j igs the folks go swinging.
What a splendid piper !
He will blow from eve to morn,
Counting sleep a thing of scorn. ,
Old is he but not outworn
Knowing you such a piper?
When he walks the highway pealing

'Round his head the birds come wheeling.
Tim has carols worth the stealing,
Piping Tim of Galway.
Thrush and linnet,finch and lark,
To each other twitter "Hark!"
Soon they sing from light t o dark
Pipings learnt in Galway.
Words and Music by George M.Cohan
G Gauq C G D7 G Em7 Cm D7
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Cm G Cm G Gaug
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Who i s your friend,when you find that you need a friend?Harrigan that's me!-
Who is the m a n that the town's simp-ly mad a - bout? Harrigan
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For 1h just a s proud of my name,you see,As an Em-per-or, Czar or a Kingcould be.
Thy la - dies and ba - bies are fond of me, Im- fond of them,too, in re - turn,you see.
Who i s t h e m a n h e l p s a manevl-rytimshecan?Har-ri-gan, that's me!-

Who i s the gent that'sde - serv-ing a mon- u-ment7Har- r i - g a n , that's me! -
H - X - dou-bleR-I - GC - A - N spells H a r - r i - gan .

THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME
Traditional
A , Moderato
1. The dames of France are

2. For she's a s fair as
:I. She says "My own dear
4 . For nev - er shall mv
1. fond and free, And Flem - ish lips are will - ing, And soft themaids of I - t a - ly. And
2. Shanilon's side. And pur - er than its wat - er, But she re -fus'd to be my bride Though
3 . love,come home, My friends are rich and ma - ny, Or else a-broad with you 1'11 roam 4
1. true love braye A life of war and toil - ing, And nev - er as. a skulk- ing slave I11
1. Span-ish eyes are thrill-ing; Still though I bask be - neath their smile, Their charms fail to
2. many n year I soughther: Yet sin,ce to France I sail'd a - way, Her let - ters oft re -
3. sol - dier stout as nn - y; If you11 not come, nor let me go, I l l think you have r e -
4. tread my na - tive soil on; But were it free or to be freed. The bat - tldsc1ose~-ould
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I. bind me, And my heart falls back to E - rins Isle, To the girl I left be - hind me.
2. mind me, That I prom - isd nev - e r to gain, - sny The ' girl I left be - hind me.
signed me;" My heart nigh broke when I nn-swerd "No" To the girl I left be - hind me.
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4. find me, To Ire - land bound, nor mes-sage need From the girl I left be - hind me.

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THE HAT MY FATHER WORE
Words and Music by Edwin Ferguson
VERSE
A I
Pad - dy Bfiles, an
good
I -
e -
.rish boy,
ven- ing,
Just
Good
come
luck to you, I
bid - you all
&(But) =when I do re - tnrn a - gain, Tlie boys and glrls to
I can sing or dance with an - y man, As I did in days of,

I am go - ingto my na - tive land. To a place crllrd B a l - lv-
Eheer me more aid
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ma!
HAT MY FA- THER W(RE.
To be re1 - com'd back t o Pad - dy's 1and.With THE HAT MY FA- THERWORE.
And nuke my I - rish heart feel ~1ad.WlthTHE HAT MY FA- THERWORB.

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I" From my f a - ther's great an - -
cest ors it de - scen - ded, times ga -
lore. It's a re1 - ic of old D - -

cin cy, Is THE HAT MY FA - THER
THE HAT M Y FATHER WORE
UPON ST. PATRICK'S DAY
Words by William Jerome
Music by Jean Schwartz
\\'here did you

I would - n't
I get t h a t
t r a d r that
hat, folks
hat for
a s k me e v - 'ry
an - y - t h i n g on
da?,
earth.
b'
I'll
I s - n't
keep it
it
as
a
a
nift
re1
- y
- ic
one,
of
I've
the
I o f t - en h c a r d them
land of dud - dy's
snk.
birth; .
K e e p it o n , it's
fin - car s k y - piece
fun
nev
- ny, can't y o u s e e the p e o - p l e smile? I t
- e r c o v - er'd gray-hair'd s i l - v'ry locks, I
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u ~ h i s t l r2'1 l i h
I" k w p s me b u s - y
would-n't e - v r n
t e l l - i n g them t h e
change i t for a
his - t'ry
Dun-lap
of t h i s
or a
tile.
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I- It's the hat my dcar old fa - ther wore up - on Saint Pat - rick's
Talk a - bout re - s p e r t , with h i s hvad r - rvct, As he rnarch'd a -
I- long Broad - way. "Not a man in line looked half as fine:' my d e a r old
1 I mother used to say, "As your fa - the: did u i t h that old t i m e l i d , up -
I t ' s the Pat - rick's day." _-

Words and Music by Harry Kennedy
Moderato I
VERSE % Dm A7 Dm A7 Dm F
2. (Oh, the)
I - -
r i s h man now
gang they hung a -
don't mind t h a t , For you can't play
round the bar, Like a swarm of
t a g with Pad- dy
ed - u - ca - ted
I- Flynn.
mice,
I n the four-teenthward I claim my h o d d , But t h e gang they play'd me for a skin,
Oli,they made me drink a "clari-nette"punch, And a uVliis-key"San- ga- ree" on ice,
They
They
I- said -that they'd make rile an A1 - der-man,Thenthey took ,me 'round to see, Red 611,
stood me on my head u-lie11my vrealtllpve a t , Then they hung me on o fence t o dry,
We were
In the
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I" drink-ina rye-Gd-rock till f i u r o - 'clock,~ndthey m:rde me po - iy - up- for all the i w y z
ear - lfmorn-ing light, for - 'ninst e t e~ l,i e s -e words to hixi I y lain-tive - ly did cry.-J
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FIF - TEEN DOL -LARS IN C11-ET, Don't you
warn - i n Sot - ur - day
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I night I made a call on a friend of Tam-'ny Hall, And- the div-il a cent I had on Sun-dW
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I" morn - ing. 7 2 w morn - ing. I.oh, the morn - ing.
I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN, KATHLEEN
Words and Music by Thomas P. Westendorf
Alltlallte Moderato
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1. I'll take you home a- gain, Kath -leen, -

a c r o s s the o - cean wild and wide, To
know you love m e , Kath-leen, dear, your heart was ev- e r fond and true; I
that d e a r home beyond the sea, My Kath- leen shall a-gain r e - turn, And
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where your h e a r t hcas e v e r been, Since f i r s t you were -
my bon ny bride. The
a1 - ways feel when you a r e near That life holds nothing d e a r but you. The
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w
ros -
e s all have left your cheek, I've watched them fade a - way and die: Your
smiles that once you gave to me, I scarce- ly ev - e r see them now, Though
laughs the little . sil - ver stream, Be- side your moth-erlshum-ble cot, And
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voice i s sad when-e'er you speak, And tears be-din1 your lov- ing eyes.-
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will take vou home. Kath- leen, To where your heart will feel no pain, And
when the fields a r e fresh and green, take you to your home a - gain.-2. I gain.
I LOVE MY LOVE IN THE MORNING
--
By Gerald Griffin
love my love in the morn - ing, I love my love at-
1. fair; Her blush - ing cheek, its- crim - sonstreak, Its cloulds, her gold - en
2. noon; For she is bright a s the lord of light, Yet mild a s au - turn&
:A ev'n; Her smile's soft play is- like the ray That lights the west - ern
n
Her glance, its
w
beam, so- s o h aLd kind, Her
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tears, its
u
dew - y
2. moon: Her beau - t y is- my- bo - som's sun Her faith my fos - t'ring
1 3.heavh: I- lovh her
- - when the-
- - -
sun was
- high, I-
- - lov'd her when he
Dm Bb dim. F
I- 1. showks ; And her voice, the ten - der whis - piing wind hat stirs theear - ly bow's.
2. shade And I will love my dar - ling one Till e'en thesun shall fade.
3. rose. But best of all when evh - ing's sigh Was mur-mking a t its close.
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THE IRISHMAN'S SHANTY
Words and Music by Ernmet DriSCOll
Moderato
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whis key so len-tyaWith a pipe in his mouth,there sits Pad - dy so free. No, King in his pal-ace is
locL?d with a Etch - here's a nate feath-er mat- rass all burst-inpwith drm;Forthe wait of a bed-stead.it

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THE IRISH EMIGRANT
Words by Lady Dufferin
Music bv C. Barker
Andante
Eb
1. I'm sit - ting on the stile, Ma -ry, where we s a t side by side, on a
Ab ~b F7 ~b
bright May morn - ing 1
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Words by James Thornton
Music by Chas. Lawler
2. Cassi - dy a t once sent- out t h e in - vi - t a - tions, And-

3. Blue - fish, Green fish,-- Fish- hooks and p a r - t r i d g - es,
4. For des - s e r t we -
had tooth picks,- Ice - picks and skip- ping rope, And -
lect-ed t o the se-nate by a ve- r y large 'ma - jo-ri - ty, He felt so -

e - l a ted that he '
ev-'ry one that came was a cred-it to their na - tions, Some came on b i -cy- cles be-
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Fish balls, Snow - balls, Can-non-balls and Car-tridges, Then we ate Oat-meal till
washed them all down with a big piece of shav-ing soap,We ate e.v - 'ry thing that was
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He s a i d t o Cas-si-dy, go o - ver t o the brew- er, For a thou-sand kegs of la - ger
Two by threc they marched in the d i n - ing hall, Young men and old men, and
Dressed beef and naked beef, and bcef with all its dresses on, -
So d a crack-ers, f i r e crack-ers,
band played, horn - pipes, gas-pipes, and I - rish reels, and MT danced to the music of "the
beer and give it to the poor,Thengo o-ver to the butchershopand order up a tori of meat,Bc
g i r l s that were not Inen a t all, blind men and deaf men, and men who had theirteeth in pami,
lim - burg cheese with tresses on, Beef-stakes and mis- takes were down on the bill of fare,
wind that shakes the bar-ley fie1ds:'Thenthe p i - per played old tunes, and spit - toons so ve - ry fine,That
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sure arid see the boys andgirls have all they wantto drink and eat, Send -
out in v i - t a - tions in
Sin- g l e men, doub-lc men arld men who had theirglass-es on, Be - fore m a - n y minutes ne'ar-ly
Roast - ribs and spare - ribs, and ribs that we couldn't spare, Rein-deerand Snow deer, -
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in came Pei- per Heid seck, and hand-ed him a glass of wine,They welt- ed the floor till theycould
t w e n 4 different
~ languages, And don't forget to tell them to bring their own sandwich-es;~hey've
ev -'ry chairwas tak - en 'Till the front rooms and mushrooms were pa& to suf- fo - ca - tion; When
Dear me and an - te-lope,Andthe wo- men eat so mushmellon,the men said they cant-a - lope;
be heard for miled a-round,When Gal - la- gher was in the air, his feet was nev- e r on the ground;A
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made me their sen - a tor, and so -
to show my grat-i tude,They'll have the fin- est sup- per ev - e r
evlry one was seat - ed, they start-ed to lay out the feast, Cas- s i - dy said rise up and
Red Herrings,Smoked Herrings, -
Herrings from Old E rink Isle, Bo - log - -
na a n t fruit cake,and
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finer lot of danc ers you -
nev er set your eyes up on, And those who couldnt dance at all,were
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giv- en in this lat i - tude, Tell themthe mu-sic will b e -
furnished by 0'- Raf-fer ty, As-
give us each a cake of yeast,He then said, as man-a -ger he would try and fill the chair, We
sau- sa- ges a half a mile,Therewas hot corn and cold corn, corn salve and Hon-ey comb,
dnnc-kg with their slip-pers on, Some danced Jig- step, Door steps and highland flings,And
then sat down and we looked at the bill of fare, Therewas pigs - head and gold - fish,
Reed -birds, Read-Books, sea - bass and sea - foam, Fried liv - er Baked liv - er,
Mur-phy took his knife out and tried to cut A pig-eon wing, \{*hen the dance was o - ver
the good old times ~s-e had at the I - rish Ju - bi - lee.

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44 ISLE 0' DREAMS
Words by Geo. Graff, Jr. and Chauncey Olcott
Music by Ernest R. Ball
1" 1.Theres a bit of an isle where the green grass is green - kst, Where
love all your riv - ers, your lake
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fond of your schem - ing, Your fair - y tales t e e m - ing with
an y- one knows. Sweet Isle 0' Dreams of you I am sing ing, - is

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find my self wan-d'rin; A -
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you, sure, that means the whole world, to me, And
far from the Isle of true lov em schemes, 12
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Land *ere -
the shrrm rock
I - grow9 Sweet Isle of smiles and blarn - - ney.

I" And where the Shan - non flows, Dear land of
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1" love, where laugh - - ter Thru ev - 'ry t e a r - drop
Ire - land my
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I'VE GOT RINGS O N MY FINGERS
Words by Weston and Barnes
Music by Maurice Scott
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I" come to your na - bob, and next Pat - rick's Day, Be

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JOLLY IRISHMEN
Words and Music by William Carleton
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1. I am a jol- l y I-ris11-man, from Ire- 1;uid sure I came, &dI if voumnt to, h o w memore,Pat
I Mur-phy is my nime. 'I'Le ra-son I aln hers to-night is t o tcll you of a spree, hhatk
punch got in her, head. P a t Gro-gnis sweet-lieart t l ~ i ngot vex?d, and- stln-nck ~ i DOO-lads
m wife, Tim,
hap-pen'd to a chap call'd Dan, and ui-0th- e r chap that's m e . Dan and Ilis girl-were- m:ilrried, o!dTIwo'
Doo-Ian tllin jump'd up and su-ore, he'd- ]la\-e Pat Gro- gan's life. Tliey kick3 up a divil av a rou-jist thin,Ava
oh!- so jolly, -

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Mike and Dan, and, Ma - r y Ann and, P:lt Mc Cann, There was Toole, the
fought and d h r m k , and, dlirank and fought, and- fouglit and d r a n k , T l i e y dl~rank and
;wine and punch,
, and- I - risll spuds all - i n their duds, There was knives and
fool,
fouglit,
forks,
and,
boa-Id
and,
Pat Dlum-goole and
I - risll- men r
gin- g e r - beer and
me.
they.
tay. "they
But - 1
They- . had a row t h a t ver - y night, And
1" put the ao-men in a fright. There was mur-dller right &d t'@t,knd -
all the bags be gan to fight.
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here we a r e a - gin, Boa-Id I - rish- men a r e we. Hur - we. 2. ~ z t we. -

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KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN
Words by Annie Crawford
Music by Frederick W IVicolls Crouch
Andante e ~ e n s i e r o s o
moun-tains
s heard onthe hill.
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1. still! Oh, hast thou for - got - t e n how
2. night. Ma - vour - neen, Ma-vour-neen,
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we must sev-er? Oh, hast thou for - got-ten this day we must part?
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2. sad tears are fall-ing, To think that from E - rin and thee I mustpart?
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may be for years, and it may be for - ev - er; Oh, w h y a r t thou
STlent, thou voice of my heart ? It m a y be for years, and it
for - e v - er; Then w h y a r t thou si - lent, Kath-leen Ma -vow-neen?
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Words and Music by J. L. Molloy
Brightly
I Oh, thedays of the
( Ker - ry danc - ing! Oh, the ring of the pi - per's tune!
f o r one of those hours of glad - ness, gone, a-las!likeour youth, too soon!
I When the boys be - gan to gath - er the glen of a sum - m e r night, k
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the Ker - ry pi - per'stun - ing made us l o n g with wild d e - light:
I rit.
to think of it, oh, to d r e a m of it, fills my heart with tears!

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I Oh, the days of the Ker - r y danc - ing! Oh, the days of the pi - p e r ' s tune!
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THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER
BY 'Thomas Moore
Slowly with expression
Eb Ab
1. 'Tis the last rose - of ing a - lone; - All her

leave thee,- thou - lone one, To - pi on the stem,- Since the
soon mav - I - fol - low When - fr ships de - cay; - And from
Eb Ab Eb F7 Eb Eb
love - lv - ed and g
love - ;1 - a r e - sleep - ing, Go - sleep - thou with ihem. - Thus -
Love7s shin - ing c i r - cle The - gems drop a - way! - When -
fleet
mates
back - her - blush-es,
of the - gar - den
Or -
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give -sigh f o r sigh? 2. 1'11 not
scent l e s s and dead. 3. So
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lone.
who would in - hab-it This - bleak -world a -
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LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD
Words by Thomas Moore
Music From The Air "The Red Fox"
Moderato maestoso , I
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2. sees the rouhd towis of-
col-lar of
0th - er
iold,U'hich he won from the proud in - vad - er; When her
days In the wave- be-neath him shin - ing; Thus shall
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1. kings,with stand-ard of green un - furla, Led the Red - Branch knights to dan - ger; Ere the
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LET ME CALL YOU SWEETHEART
Words by Beth Slater Whitson
Music by Leo Friedman
Slowly twith sentiment)

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I am dream - ing, dear, of you Day by
Long - ing for yolj all the while More and
day Dream - ing when the skies are blue .

more Long - ing for the sun - ny smile
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I LET ME CALL YOU SWEET-HEART, 1'm in love with

Let ~ n e hear you whis-per that you love
Keep the love - light glow - ing in your eyes
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LITTLE ANNIE ROONEY
words and Music by Michael Nolan
Waltz tempo
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win - ning way, a pleas - ant smile, ~ r e s s ' dAo neat but
oar - lor's small but neat and clean, And s e t with taste so
~b dim Bb 7 EL G7 Cm C7
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An - nie Roon - ey.
lit - tle An - nie Roon - ey.
CHORUS With szcingi~rgrhythm

Eb
I - she's *Y sweet - heart, 1m her beau,
An - nie,- her
" LONDONDERRY AIR
Traditional
~b 7 Eb ~ b d i m~ b 7
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poco Tit P
I bo - som.&ith - invour silk- en bo - sorn, As that does now! Or would I
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cold, -While sun and shade your robe of lawn will dap - ple, - your robe of
path; - That so your sil - ver foot might press me g o - ing, - might press me
I lawn, And your hair's spun gold.

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MARY'S A GRAND OLD NAME
Words and Music by George M. Cohan
Moderatelv
I My moth - er's name was Ma - ry, she was so good and true;
I Be - cause her name was Ma - ry, she called me Ma - ry, too.
w - w - -
I" She was - n't gay or air - y, but plain' as she could be;
I I'd hate to be con - tra - ry and call my - self Ma - rie -

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But with pro - pri - e - ty, . so - ci - e - ty will say Ma -
U I m I
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Mc SORLEYS TWINS
Words and Music by Custave Phillips
1. Ar- rah! h i r s . hlc Sor-ley had fine
Wllin - ould M r s . Mu1 - lins had
a fish - er - mads horn.

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Y twins.-
4th Verse: Thin, Mrs. Mc Sorley jumped up in a rage,

And she threatened Miss Mullinses' life;
Says ould Denny Xullins, "I'll bate the firsht man
That'd d a r e lay a hand on me wife!"
The Mc Ganns and the Geoghans, they had an ould grudge,
And Mag Murphy pitched into the F l y m s ;
They fought like the divil, turned over the bed,
And they smothered the poor little twins. C h o ~ u s :
THE MINSTREL BOY
M ~ ~ sFrom
i c the Air "The Moreen"
1. The Min - s t r e l Boy- to the war is gone, in the ranks of deaht. you'll
fa - ther's s w o r d he hath gird - ed on, and his

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I war - rior bard, "tho' all the world be - trays thee, one
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sword. at least-
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2. Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov'd n e ' e r spoke again,
F o r he t o r e i t s chords asunder;
And said "No chains s h a l l sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs w e r e made for the pure and f r e e ,
They shall never sound in slavery. "
MOLLY MALONE (Cockles and Mussels)
Words and Music by Martin Corrigan
Slowly
1. In Dub - lin Cit - y, where the girls they a r e so pret - ty, 'Twas
2. She was a fish mon- ger and that was the won - der, Her
3. She died of the fa - ver, and noth - ing could save her, And
there I first met with sweet Mol - Iy Ma - lone; !he .

fa - ther and moth - er were fish mon - gers too; They
that was the end of sweet Mol - ly Ma - lone; But her
.drove a .wheel - bar - row thro' streets broad and nar - row, Cry - ing,
drove- wheel - bar - rows thro' streets broad and nar - row, Cry - ing,
ghost drives a bar - row thro' streets broad and nar - row, Cry - ing,
"Cock - les and mus - sels, a - live, all a - live!"

"Cock - les 'and mus - sels, a - live, a11 a - live!''
"Cock - les and mus - sels, a - live, all a - live!"
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I- A - live, a - live - o! - A - live, a - live - o!- Cry - ing,

74 MOLLY O!
Words and Music by Wm. J. Scanlan
Valse tempo
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Eb Ebdim Eb Eb
I Ten - dver her heart.;- lov - kg and he;

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like the lil - y,
m o r e rich and bright-

I plain Mol-ly 0, her heart is love's re - treat, she's
I plain Mol - 1 y O! love - ly, d i - vine,
I wouldthat I could call Mol - ly mine! -

MOTHER MACHREE
Words by Rida Johnson Young
Music by Chau~~ceyOlcott and Ernest R. Ball
Allegretto, ma espressivo
W - Y r
There's a spot in my heart which no col - leen may own. There's a
Ev - 'ry sor - row o; care in the dear days gonc by, W a s madc
depth in my soul nev - cr sound - ed 0 r known; Theres a

bright by the light of thc smile in your eye; Like rr.

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place in my mem . 'zy, 9 that
life, you fill, No
can - dle that's sc t in ;
I win-dow at night, Your
0th - er can take it, no one ev - er will.

fond love has cheered me, and guid - ed me right.
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Tenderly wr th much czprcrrion

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bro& that's all fur - rowed And wrin - kled with care 1
I kiss the dear fin -' gers, so toil . worn for me. Oh. God
bless you and keep you. Moth - rr Ma' - three!-

8o MY MELANCHOLY BABY
Words by George A. Norton
Music by Ernie Burnett
1 - Come skeetheart mine, Don. sit and pine, Tell me of the cares thatkakeyou
I Birde in the trees, Whis-per-ing breeze, Should not fail to lul you in to
Cdim. 9;7 Fmi. C7 Fmi. C7
I' Have I e v - i r said & un-kind word to you? ~y ldve i s true,

I S i t -ting at the win-dow where the pale moon beams, You should-n't grieve,

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And just for youp A a au -
al-most a n - y rnlng ar an - y rlme,
' Trv and be -. lieve, Life i s al-ways sun-shinewhen the heart b e J s true;
I- B e of good cheer,
dr when you cry,
Smile thro'your tears,
Some thingseems to gripthis ve-ry heart of mine.
When yodm sad it makes me feel the same a s you.
I- blue; -
All your fears Lie fool-ish fan cy, may be,
Gdim. Bb7 Eb
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I' Smile ky hon - ey dear, while I kiss 8 - way e*ch tear, Or
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MY BEAUTIFUL IRISH MAID
Words and Music by Chauncey Olcott
Valse moderato
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I- 1. We stand to - geth - er, you and I , Where we stood years a -
2. I know the love you gave me then Is just a s fond and
go, Be - neath the same blue I - rish sky, Our ;

true, Those eyes of yours speak hope a - gain, Sweet

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I" would
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I'm here to
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Oh! love, how I've wait- ed and long'd- for
I- you, dear; Time has not changed You, your
I- b e a u - t y w i l l nev - .er fade! I'm here to
I- claim, love, your prom-ise of long, long a - go.. You

" MY WILD IRISH ROSE
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mates, ~ h o u each
star. And I call her mv wild I - rish
head. 'Twas giv - en to me by a
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wild I - rish rose,
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OFF TO PHILADELPHIA
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my lit - tle cab - in floor a - dorn - - i n But my

3. show my heart's deep sor - row I - , But the
i. fore the break of morn,- Fuith! 'tis they11 be all for - 1

2. heart is sad and wea - r y , How can she be M i s - sis Lea - ry, If I
3. t e a r s will sure - ly blind me For - the friends I lace be - hind me, When I

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1. off to Phil - a - del - phin in the morn - in'. ' Wid my bun - dle on my shod-der.~aith!tl!cr+
2. ~ h l a r t for Phil - a - del - phia in the morn - in'. Uvid my bun - dle on my shod-der,Fuith! theres
:j. shtart for Phil - a - del - phia in the morn - in'. But tho' my bun - dle on my shod-der, And there's
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2. no man could be boul- - der. 1in [tv - in' dear ould Ire - landwid - out
3. no man could be boul - der, Tho' 1m lao - 7 now the shpot that I was
1. cross the bri - ny o - cean,And I shturt for Phil - a - d e l - phia in the morn - in'.
2. cross the bri - ny o - cean,And I shtart for Phil - a - del- phia in the morn - in'.
3 . back a - cross the o - cean, To my home in dear ould Ire - land in the morn - in'. ,
Words and Music by Edward Rupert
Moderato
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0 Ka - ty 0' - Neil, how can I con - ceal the
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I sure I a1 - w a y s pon - der as lone - ly I wan - der how my heart grows
I con - ceal the way that I feel in my heart ?
2. I feel a sweet pain again and again. 3. F a r over the Sea be waiting for me,
Say not 'tis in vain that I pray, And soon shall I come there to you.
The t i m e will soon b e when you will agree So Katy don't m a r r y but stay t h e r e and t a r r y
F o r e v e r with m e love t o stay. Until time shall c a r r y m e through.
Chorus: Sure I always ponder as lonely I wander Chorus: Sure I always ponder a s lonely I wander
How sad 'tis that we a r e apart. How foolish it is we're apart.
0 Katy O'Neil, how can I conceal 0 Katy O'Neil, how can I conceal
The way that I feel in my heart? The way that I feel in my heart?
OLCOTT'S LULLABY
VERSE
(ad lib)
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2. If you sleep till morn ing-
Fdim F Gm6 Gm
go to sleep, I pray, -
close your lit tle eye- lids till the dawn of day. The
I willprom - b e you some-thing that will please you with eyes of az - u r e blue. A
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ly meet
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dear
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noth - ing to fear, slum - ber on, - my
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NORAH, THE PRIDE OF KILDARE
Words and Music by John Parry
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1. pride of Kil - dare; I ne'er can de - ceive her, for sad - ly, 'twould grieve her, To
2. trv to en - snare. Yet noth - ina shall ev - er thy heart from mine scv - er, Dear
1- 1. find that I sigh'd for & - 0th - er less fair. , Her heart with truth teem - ing, Her
1 1-2.eyes with smiles beaming; What mor - talcould i n - inre a b l o s - som so rare, As
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PAT MALLOY
Words and Music by Dion Boucicault
Moderato
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i . At s i x - teen .years of age, I u-as rcy moth - er's f a i r - hair'd boy, She
2. (Oh,) I r e - land is a pur - t y place, of goold there is no lack, I
S.(From) I r e - lalid t o A - mer - i - ca, a - cross tlie seas I roam, And
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kept a lit - t l e hux - t e r sliop, Her name it was Ma1 - loy.

trudg'd from Cork t o Gal - way u-ith. my scythe up - on my back. The
ev - 'ry sllil - ling that I got, ah, sure I sent it home. Me
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four - teen cliil - dren, Pat:' s a y s she, "which heav'n ta me has sent, But
I - i s g i r l are beau - ti - fill, their loves I don't de - cline,
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pigs,
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too, i s
says she, "I
can't pay the
beau - t i - ful and
hear me mother's
rent!'
fine.
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She
But
But
u
gave
in
me
a
ev
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ner
s h i l - l i n g
of
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my heart, which
w a s
no - bod -
in
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the
can
till,
see,
And
Two
nor I'm go - ing home a - gain, as poor a s I be - gan, To
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e r fear, I'm
tv. but me
don't for - get,
still your own
heart is fill'd
my
dear
with
boy,
boy,
joy,
That ould
Odd,
For o d d
Ire- land is your coun - try, and your name i s PAT MAL - LOY." 2. Oh,
Ire- land is me cotm- try, and me name i s PAT MAL - LOY. 8. From
Ire- land is me coun- try, and me name is PAT MAL - - LOY. -
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A PLACE IN THY MEMORY
Words and Music by Gerald Griffin
Andante sostenuto
place in mem - r y dear - est, i

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when thou hear - est t h e . sound of my name; An - I
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may WOO thee near ~ P J an
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may- win a n d wear; T c a r e not though-
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I he- b e dear - er if t h o u but r e - mem - ber me there.
2. Remember me not a s a lover 3. Could I be thy t r u e lover, dearest,

Whose hope, whose hope was cross'd; Could'st thou, could'st thou smile on me,
Whose bosom can never recover I would be the fondest and nearest
The light it hath lost: T'hat ever lov'd thee!
As the young bride remembers But a cloud on my pathway is glooming,
The mother she loves, That never must burst upon thine;
Tho' she never may see; Aria heaven that made thee all blooming,
As a s i s t e r remembers a brother, Ne'er made thee to wither on mine.
Oh! dearest, remember me.
4. Remember m e then, Oh! remember

My calm, my calm, light love,
Though bleak a s the blasts of November,
My life may prove, that life will,
Though lonely be sweet,
If its brightest enjoyment should be,
A smile and kind word when we meet,
And a place in thy memory.
'" RORY O'MOORE
Words and Music by Samuel Lover
I ,1. Young R o r - y 0' M o o r e court-ed Kath - l e e n Bawn, he was bold as a hawk, s h e as s o f t a s the dawn, he-
w i s h ' d i n h i s h e a r t pret-ty Kath- l e e n t o p l e a s e , and he thought the b e s t way to do that w a s t o t e a s e . "Now

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tricks I don't know, in troth, what I'm a-bout, Faith, you've teas'dtill I've put on my coat in-side out. "Och,
jew -el, " says Ror - y, "that same i s the way you've treat - ed my heart for this man- y a day, and 'tis
pleas'd that I am, and why not, to be s u r e ? For 'tis all f o r good luck, " says bold Ror -y 0' Moore,
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2. "Indeed then, "says Kathleen," don't think of the like,

For I have gave a promise t o soothering Mike;
The ground that I walk on, he loves, I'll be bound, "
3. "Arrah, Kathleen, my darlint, you've teas'd m e enough,
Since I've thrash'd for your sake Dinny Grimes and Jim Duff,
And I've made mys$lf, dhrinking your health, quite a baste,
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"Faith, " says Rory, "I'd rather love you than the ground. " So I think after that I may talk to the priest."
"Now Rory, I'll c r y if you don't let me go, Then Rory, the rogue, stole his a r m round her neck,
Sure I dhrame every night that I'm hating you so;" So soft and s o white, without freckle o r speck,
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"Och, " says Rory, "that s a m e I'm delighted to hear, And he look'd in her eyes that were beaming with light,
For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear; And he kiss'd her sweet lips, don't you think he was right?
So, jewel, keep dhramin' that same till you die, Now Rory, leave off, sir, youfll hug me no more,
Bright mornin' will give dirty night the black lie, That's eight times today that you've kiss 'd me before !"
And 'tis pleas'd that I am, and why not, to be sure, "Then here goes another, fl says he, "to make sure,
Since 'tis all for good luck, " sings bold Rory O'Moore. For there's luck in odd numbers, " says Rory O'Moore.
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THE ROSE OF TRALEE
Words by C. Mordaunt Spender
Music by Charles W. Clover
ris - ing a - bove the green moun - t a i n , The sun was d e - clin - ing be -
eve - ning their man - tle were spread - ing, And M a - ry all smil - ing was
neath t h e blue sea, w d e n 'I strayed with my love t o the pure crys- t a l
lis - t'ning t o me, T h e moon through t h e val - ley her pale rays was
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lone t h a t won me, Oh, no! 'twas the truth in her eye ev - er
ST PATRICK'S DAY
Words and Music by M J. Barn
I l.Oh! b l e s t be the days when the Green Ban- n e r float- ed, s u b - l i m e o ' e r the moun- tains of
I free In-nis - fail, when her sons, to her glo - ry and free - dom de - vot - ed, de -
I fied the in - vad - er to tread her soil; whed back o'er the main they
chased the Dane, and gave to re - l i - gion and learn - ing their spoil, when
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I val - or and mind, to - geth - er com - bined, b u t where -fore l a - ment o'er the I
I glo - ries de - part - ed? Her star shall shine out with as viv - id ar - ray, for
I n e ' e r had s h e chil - d r e n m o r e brave and true- heart- ed, than those s h e now s e e s on St. P a t - r i c k ' s Day.
2, Her sceptre, a l a s ! passed away to the stranger,

And t r e a s o n s u r r e n d e r e d what valor had held;
But t r u e h e a r t s remained amid darkness and danger,
Which, spite of her tyrants, would not be quelled.
Oft, oft through the night flashed gleams of light,
Which almost the darkness of bondage dispelled,
But a s t a r now i s n e a r , h e r heaven t o cheer,
Not like the wild gleams which s o fitfully darted,
3. Oh! blest be the hour when, begirt by her cannon,
And hailed a s it r o s e by a nation's .applause,
That flag waved aloft o ' e r the s p i r e of Dungannon,
Asserting, f?r Irishmen, I r i s h laws.
Once m o r e shall it wave o ' e r h e a r t s a s brave,
Despite of the d a s t a r d s who mock at her cause,
And like b r o t h e r s agreed, whatever t h e i r creed,
Her children, inspired by those glories departed.
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But long to shine down with its hallowing ray, No longer in darkness desponding will stay,
On daughters a s f a i r , and sons a s truehearted, But join in t h e cause like t h e brave and truehearted, ,
As E r i n beholds on Saint P a t r i c k ' s Day. Who r i s e for their rights on Saint P a t r i c k ' s Day
SWEET ROSIE O'GRADY
Words and Music by M a ~ dIVugent
Andante moderato
F7 Edim Bdim
Just down a - round the cor - ner of the street where I -

re side,
I nev - er shall for-get the day she promised to be mine,
lives the cut - est lit - tle girl that I have ev - er spied; Her
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name is ~ o s e0' Gra - dy and, I ddn't k i n d t e l l - ing

- you, Tliat
on her fing-er that I placed a -
small en gage-ment ring,
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sl;e7s tile sweet -;st ;it- tle Rose the gar - den ev - e r grew.
in the trees, the lit - tle birds this song they seemed to sing:
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1" Most
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I Gra - dy loves me. me.

S7: PATRICK WAS A GENTLEMAN
~y Henry Bennet and Mr. Toleken
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1. Saint Pat - rick was a came from

2. There's not a mile in
3. Kine hun-dred thou- sand
4. No won- der that our
1. peo -
ple, In Dub - lin town he built a church, and on it put a stee - ple;
2. mus - ters,%'her e'er he put his dear foot down, he mur-der'd them in clns - ters;
3. cours - es And dined on them a t Kil - l a - loe in s o u ~ sand sec - ond cours - es;
I 4. i s k- For good Saint Pat rick
*a.Howth, Sirl But there's a
- taught them first
hill much high - er still,
the joys of
age, high - er
tip - pling whis - ky;
than them both, Sirl
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1. His f a - ther was a Gal - l a - gher, his mo - ther was a Bra - dy, His
2. The toads went hop, the frogs went flop, slap dash in - to the wa - ter, And the
3. When blfnd worms crawl - ing in the grass dis - gust - ed all the na - tion, He
4. No won - der t h s t the saint him- self to t a s t e it should be will - ing, For his
5. 'Twas on the top of this high hill Saint Pat - rick preach'd the s a r -me& That
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THEY SAlLD AWAY (Dublin Bay)
Words by Annie Crawford
Music by George Baker
I. h e y ' saild a - way in a gal - lant bark, Roy Xeal and his fair young
2. Three days they sail'd when a storm a - rose, And the light - 'ning w e p t the
3. On the crowd - ed deck of. that doom - ed ship Some fell in their meek de -
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1. bride, They had Fen - tuid all in that bound- ing ship, That danc'd on the sil - dry,
2. deep, U'hen the thun - der crash broke the short re - pose Of the wca - r y sea boys
3. spair, But some more calm with a ho - lier lip, Sought the God of the storm in
1. tide; Roy Neal he clasp'd his weep - ing bride, and he kiss'd the tears 8, -
2. sleep; Roy Neal he clasp'd his weep - ing bride, and he kiss'd the tears a -
3. pray'r; "She has struck on a rock!" The sea - men cried, in the breath of their wild dis-
1. way, And he wntch'd the shore re - rcde fromsight of his own sweet Dub-lin Bay.
2. way, "0 love, 'twas a fear- ful hour,'' he rritld, %l:,.n wtb l t b f t m e e t Dub- lin Btly."
H. may, Andthat ship u ~ n dt m n with that fair youngbride, That -
saild from Dub lin Bay:?
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THO' THE LAST GLIMPSE OF ERIN (The Coulin) "'
Traditional
I . Tho' the last glimpse of- E - rin with-

a. To the gloom of some des - e r t :,or
3 . And I'll g a z e on thy- gold hair, as-
1. sor r o w
- 1- see,- Yet w h e r - e v - - - er thou art shall seem
2. cold- rock - y- shore, Where the eye of the s t r a n - ger- can-
:+.grace - f u l i t wreathes, And- h a n g o'er thy soft harp as-
x - on- WI
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1. home, And thine e y e s make my cli - mate wher - eG - er- we-
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roam.
2. wind Less- r u d e than the foes we leave 'frown - ing be - hind.
3. t e a r One- c h o r d from t h a t h a r p , . ~ r one lock- from t h a t hair.

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"' WEARING OF THE GREEN
Words by Dion Boucicault
Music From t h e Scotch Air "The Tulip" by Oswald
Moderato
Eb Ab Adim Bb Eb
1. Oh Pad - dy, dear, and did you hear the news that's go - in' round? The
grow on I - rish ground. Saint-
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( I there's a blood - y law a -gin the wear-in' of the green. I
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I met with Nap- per Tan - dy, and he tuk me by the hand, and he
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said how's poor ould Ire - land and how- does she stand? She's the
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most dis - t r e s s - ful coun - try that ev - er yet ' was seen, for they're
I hang - in' men and wom - en there for wear - in' of the green.
CHORUS
I She's the most dis - t r e s s - ful coun - tr - y that ev - er yet was
- en - in'
I seen, for they're hang- in' men and
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wom t h e r e for wear of the green.
2. Then since the colour we must w e a r is England's c r u e l red,

Sure Ireland's son's will ne'er forget the blood that they have shed;
You may pull the Shamrock from your hat, and c a s t it on the sod,
But 'twill take root and flourish there, tho' underfoot 'tis trod!
When laws can stop the blades of g r a s s from growin' a s they grow,
And when the leaves in summertime their verdure d a r e not show,
Then I will change the colour too, I wear in my caubeen,
But till that day, plaze God! I'll stick-to wearin' o' the green! Chorus:
3. But if a t l a s t our colour should be torn from Ireland's heart,

Her sons, with shame and sorrow, f r o m the d e a r ould Isle will part;
I've heard.a whisper of a land that l i e s beyond the sea,
Where r i c h and poor stand equal in the light of Freedom's day.
Ah, Erin! must we leave you, driven by a tyrant's hand.
Must we seek a mother's blessing from a strange and distant land?
Where the c r u e l c r o s s of England shall never m o r e be seen,
And where, plaze God we'll live and die, still wearin' o' the green! Chorus:
WHEN IT'S MOONLIGHT IN MAY0
( N o Irish Eyes Are Shining)
words by Jack Mahoney
Music by Percy Wenrich
Moderato
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Her I - rish eyes like bea - cons shine on thro' the dark-est night,
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heart was throb bing in the sun - light of my col - leen's smile; In
know their sweet love- beams wi
d en - chant- ment to the scene, And
wed my sweet col - leen.
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118 WE MAY ROAM THROJTHIS WORLD
(The Daughters O f Erin)
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Allegretto
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i.\Ve may roam thro' thisunrld,like a child at a feast, H%o but sips of a s-t, and then
2. In - El%-land the gar - den of beau - t y is kept By a -
drag - on of prud - e r y
- 3. In - France.w-hen theheart of a wom - an sets sail, On the o - cean of wed - lock its
pleas - ure be - gins to grow

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1. flies to the rest, And when dull in the east, \I'e m y

2.plac'd with- in call; But so oft this u n - a - m i a - b l e drag - o n has slept, Thatthe
3. for - tune to try; Love - sel - dom goes far in a , ves - sel so frail, But
1. o r - rlcr our uings and be off to the west; Eut if h & r t s r that feel i d
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2.gar den's but care - less - l y watched aft - e r all. Oh! they want the wild sweet
a. pi - lot's lier off, and s then bids her good - bye. Hliile the dawht-ers of E - rin
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the shore. Then re -

lZo WHEN FIRST I SAW SWEET PEGGY (The Low Back'd Carl
Allegro
1. When first I s a w sweet Peg - gy, 'twas on a m a r - ket day; a I

bat - t l e s wide com - m o - tion, the proud andmight- y Mars; with
when that hay was bloom - ing grass and deck'd with flow'rs of spring. No
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men down
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com - p a r e ,
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to the
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bloom
right
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and left
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fly;
As she
while she
~b Eb ~b Adirn ~b
sat in her low back'd car, the man a t the turn-pike bar, nev - e r
sits in her low back'd car, than bat-tle more dan - g 1 r o u s far, for the
ask'c! for the toll but just rubb'd his auld poll? and look'd af - ter the low back'd car.-
doc - t o r ' s a r t can-not c u r e the heart, that is hit from the low back'd car.-
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3. Sweet Peggy round her c a r , s i r ! 4. I'd r a t h e r own that c a r , s i r !

Has strings of ducks and geese, With Peggy by my side,
But s c o r e s of hearts she slaughters, Than a coach and four, and gold galore
By f a r out number these; And a lady for my bride:
While she among her poultry s i t s , F o r the'lady would s i t forminst me,
Just like a turtle dove, On a cushion made with taste,
Well worth the cage, I do engage, While Peggy would be beside me,
Of the blooming god of love! With my a r m around her waist
While s h e s i t s in her low back'd c a r , As we drove in her low back'd c a r ,
The lovers come near and f a r , T o be m a r r i e d by Father Maher,
And envy the chicken, that Peggy is pickin' Oh, my heart would beat high,
While she s i t s i.9 her low back'd car. At her glance and her sigh,
Tho' it beat in a lowback'd c a r !
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WHEN I DREAM OF OLD ERIN Il'm Dreaming Of You)
Words by Marvin Lee
Music by Leo Friedman
Andantino mode rat o m
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scent of the flow - ers per - fumes the night breeze, Then I
( fond rec - 01 - lec - tions brine ha^ - ~i - ness rare. Sure the
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I g e t h - e r we stray'd in t h e sweet days of y o r e ,

same old love-sto - r v that's told o'er and o'er,
I a m think-ing, to-night, of my
So. A - cush - l a mv C o l - leen. it
Chorus ~ n d a n t i n omoderato
Cdim C
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT HAT?
Words and Music by Jos. J. Sullivan
1. Now how I came to get this hat ltis

, 2. If I go to the ap - l r a - house,
3. At twen-ty one I thought I would to
ver - y strange and fun - ny: Grand.-f&her d..ied. and left to me h.is
in the ap - lra sea -son, there's some - one- sure to shout at me, with-
my sweet-heart be mar-ried.; The p e o - p l e in the ne.igh-bor-hood had.

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prop - e r - ty and mon - ey.
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And when
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the will
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it was read out, they

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out the slight- e s t r e a - son. If I get to a "chow-der club, " to
said too long weld tar-ried. So off to church we went right quick, de -
I
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told me straight and flat; If I would have his mon-ey, I must akvays wear his hat!
have a jol - ly s p r e e ; T h e r e l s some-one in the p a r -ty, who is s u r e t o s h o u t at me:
ter-mined to get wed; I had not long been in there, when the p a r s o n to m e said:
I Where did you get that hat? Where did you get that tile? I
I it
a n o b - by one, and just the prop- e r style?
I I should like to have one just the same as that! Wher-
I e'er I go they shout: *"He1 - lo! Where did. you get that hat?"
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WHERE THE RIVER SHANNON FLOWS
Words and Music by James L. Russell
pret - ty spot in Ire - land I a1 - ways claim f o r my land, Where the

let - ter I'll be mail - ing For soon will I be sail - ing,And 1'11
fair - ies and the blar -ney Will - nev - e r , nev - er die. It's the
bless the ship that takes me . T o my dear old E r - in's shore. There I'll
1 / : ,1 of
- tle
the
down
s h i l - la
for - ev
- lah.
- er.
My
I'll
heart goes back there dai
leave the old sod nev
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ly,
er,
T o the
And I'll
/ 1 d e a r old Shan-non's flow -ing, Where the three -leaved Sham-rock grows, Where my
heart is, I am go - ing, T o my lit . - tle I - rish rose. And the

I mo - ment that I meet her with a hug and kiss I'll greet her, For there's
not a col - leen sweet - er, Where the Riv - er Shan - non flows.
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WHO THREW THE OVERALLS
IN MISTRESS MURPHY'S CHOWDER?
Words and Music by George L. Giefer
Bright
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VERSE
1. ,Mis - t r e s s M u r - phy gave a p a r - ty, just a - bout a week a -

2. ( T h e y ) dragged the pants from out the soup, and laid them on the
Gm G7 C7 Gm7 C7 F7 Fdim F7
go, E v - ' r y - thing w a s plen - t i - ful, t h e M u r - p h y s t h e y ' r e not slow. They

floor, E a c h m a n s w o r e up - on h i s l i f e , h e l d n e ' e r s e e n t h e m b e - fore, They were
treat- ed u s like gen - t l e - m e n , w e tried to a c t the same, On - ly f o r what

plas-tered up with m o r - t a r , and w e r e worn out a t the knee, They had t h e i r m a n - y,

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hap-pened, well it was an aw - ful shame. When M r s . Mur-phy dished the chow-der out, she
ups and downs, a s we could plain- ly see. And - wh'en M r s . Mur - phy she came to, she
faint - ed on the spot, She found a pair of o - ver - a l l s a t the bot - t o m of the
'gan to cry and pout, She had them in the wash that day,andfor - got to take them
pot, Tim No - lan he got r i p - ping mad, his e y e s were bulg - ing out, He
out, Tiln No-lan he ex - cused him-self, for what he s a i d t h a t night, So
jumped up - on the pi - an - o, and loud-ly he did shout.

we put mu - sic to the words and sung with all our might.
CHORUS
I 'Who T h r e w .The 0 - ver - alls In M i s - t r e s s Mur-phy's Chow-der? No-bod - y
I spoke, so he shout - ed all the loud - er, It's an I - rish trick that's
lick t h e " m i c k " that threw the o - ver - alls in
D.S.
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134 WH~STLING GYPSY ROVER
Traditional
Moderately
Verse
1. The gyp - sy ro - ver come o - ver the hill. Bound through the val - ley so sha - dy; He
left her fa - ther's - cas - tle - gate, She left her own true - lov - er; She
fa - ther sad- dled his fast- est - steed. Roamed the - val - ley all o - ver; -
came at last to a man - sion - fine. Down by the ri - ver - Clayde; And
He's no gyp - sy my .
fa - ther. said she. My lord of free - lands all o - ver; And
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whist led and he sang till the green woods tang. And he won the heafl of a la - dy. -
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lefi her - ser - vents and her e s - late. To fol - low the gyp - sy - ro ver. -
Sought - his -daugh - ter at great -
speed. And the WHIST-LINCCYP - SY - RO - VER. -
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there was - mu - s i c and there was wine. For the gyp - sy and his - la dy. -
I - will - stay till my dy ing- day. With my WHIST-LINCCYP - SY - RO - VER. -
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I Ah - di do, ah - di di da - day, Ah - di - do. ah - di -
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He whist - l e d and he sang 1111 the green woods rang. And
& To Verse
1
2. She
he won the heart of a la 3. Her
4. He
C
dy. ~ n d he won the hean of a la

136 YOUNG RORY O'MORE
words and Music by Samuel Lover
Lively, but not too Past
r '
1. Young Ko - ry O'More courted
2. " 111 - deed then''sqs Kathleen"do$t
3 . ' ' 4 & Kirthleen, my d n d l l d youve
I 1. wish'd in his heart pret - iy

2.ground that I walk on he
3. made
Katll-leen to
loves, I'll
And he
be bound j"'F'aith"says
my- self drink - ing your health,quite. a b n s f ~ , So I
h
thought the best way to do
Ro - r y "I& rath - er love
thilik a f . -ter that, I may
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I- 1. ylt,z;?l that I
am, and why not to be sure? 'for 'tis all for ~ o o ldu c ~ 'says bold Ro-ry O'More.
1 r . j ~ , l ' d that I
an, a ~ l dw-hi
3 . here noes an -0th - ernsa.w
not to be sure?Shmce'tis all for ~oodluck"says bold RO-j 0'~ore.
he tob'makesure, Forthere'sluck in odd llum - bersnsaw Ro-rs O'More.
13V00-RA-L00-RA-L00-RAL
(That's An Irish lullaby^
Words and Music bv J. R. Shannon
0 - ver in Kil - l a r - ney,- M a n - y years a - go,- Me

Oft, in dreams, I wan - der - To that cot a - gain,- I
ntp in sustained style
Mith - er sang a song to me In tones so sweet and low, Just a

feel her arms a hug-gin' me As when she held me then. And I

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I sim - ple l i t - tle dit - ty, In her good ould I - rish way, h d I'd
hum - min'
I hear her voice a To me as in days of yore, When she
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give the world if she could sing That song to me this day.-
used to rock me fast a - sleep Out - side the cab - in door.-
REFRAIN Smoothly with much expresston

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Too- ra-loo - ra - loo - rid,- TOO - ra -, loo - ra - 11,

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I" Too - ra - loo - ra - loo - ral, - Hush now don't you cry! -
I r
I" Too - ra - loo - ra - loo - ra1,- TOO - ra - loo - ra -
11. G7
Fdim F ,t I%b c7 retard ~ ~ r n
li, Too - ra - loo - ra - loo - ral, ~ h a t b an I - rish lul - Ia -
loo - ral, hat's an I - rish lul-la - by.

WIDOW MACHREE
G
r r - I Y r
1. r u - ins your looks, that same dir - ty black gown, Och hone1 Wid-ow Ids-chreel How
2. ev - 'ry-thing smiles should a beau- t y look glum? Och hone1 Wid-ow Ms-chree, See the
:3. pok-ing the fire all a - lone is a sin, Och hone/ Wid-ow Ids-chree, m%y the
4. keep-ingsome poor fel - low out in the cowld, Och hone1 Wid-ow Is-chree, With such
5 . with my ad - vice, Jaith I wish you'd t a k e me, Och hone! Wid-m Ma-chree, You'd have
1. al-ter'd your air, With that close cap ybuwear,'~is de-stroy-ingyourhsir That should be flow-ingfree, Be no
2. birds go in psirs,And the rab-bits and hzres, Why e -venthe bears Now in coup-les a-gree,And the
3. shov-el andtongs, To each 0th - er be-longs,Andthe kit-tlesingssongs Full of fam - i - ly g1ee;While a-
4. sins on your head,Sure you're peacewouldbe fled,Couldyou sleep in your bed With-out think-ing t o see Some
5. me t o de-sire Then to s t i r up the fire, Andsure hope is no li - ar In whis-pking to me Thatthe
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1. lon - ger a churl Of its
black silk - en curl, Ock hone;- Wid-ow Ma-chreel
2. mute lit - t l e fish Tho? they can't spake,they wish, Ogh hone/- Wid-ow Ma-chreel
3. lone with your cup, Like a her- mit you sup, Och hone/- Wid-ow Ma-chreel
4. ghost or some sprite,!l!hat would wake you eachnight, Cry-ing, Och hone/- Wid-ow Ma-chreel
5 . ghosts would de - part When you'd me nesr your heart, Och hone/- Wid-ow Ma-chreel
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" W H E N IRISH EYES ARE SMILING
Words by Chauncey Olcott and Geo. Graff, Jr.
Music by Ernest R. Ball
For your smile is a
nev - er should be there zt

IV - -
makes e - ven sun shine more
all. .
bright.
With such pow\ in your smile, Sure a
Like the lin - netb sweet song, Croon-ing

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smile, each chance we get.
1- When I - rish eyes are srni - ling, -Sun, it's like a morn in
n hear t
I 'world seems bright and gay, And A e n i - rish eyes are smil . -
I- ing, Sure they steal your heart a - way. When way.

IF I KNOCK THE "L" KELLY
(It Would Still Be Kelly To Me)
Words by Sam M. Lewis and Joe Young
Music by Bert Grant
T e m ~ odi V a l s e moderato
I One day Pat Clan - cy, the paint - er man came, Tried to be f a n . c y a.nd
I As a sign paint-er nev - er g o far, . you're a fine paint-er, like
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I mis - spelled the name; In - stead of Kel - ly w i t h doub - le "L - Y ,"
I Kel - ly you. are; Shame on you Clan-cy, just see what you've done,
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He paint - ed Kel - l y , but one“^" was shy, P a t s a i d , "it looks r i g h t , but

You've spoiled the name .of an Ir - ish-man's son:' " ~ o n ' t l e t an "L" come bet-
I want no pay, I& reas-oned it out i n my own lit - t l e way!'

- ween us:'said Pat, " h e f i g u r - ed it out like, a r e a l dip - lo - mat."
If I knock the "L" out of Kel - ly, - It would still

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look just the same to an Ir- i s h - man's eye. Knock off a n "L" from Kil- l a r - ney,-
1- ,Still Kil - l a r - n e y it al-ways w i l l be, But if I knock the "L" out of

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(A Word That Means The World To Me)

Lvric bv Howard Johnson
~ u s i by
c Theodore Morse
Andante moderato mim c7 F
I -
I've
When
been
I
a - round
w a s but
the w o r l d , you bet, But
a
nev - e r went
ba - by, long be - fore I learned
to s c h o o l , Hard
to walk, While
s t i l l . some cd - u - ca - ted folks, sup\- posed to be so s w e l l , Would

was - n't long, be - fore I spoke, and all the neigh- bors heard, hly
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G7 C7 Cdim
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fail, if t h r y wert: cal lrd up-on a sim-ple word to spell.
fbllts were ver -. y proud of mr,for "Moth- e i ' w a s the word.
Now if you'd likr to put mr to a
d l - t h o u ~ h1'11 nev - er lay a c l a i m to
C7 G9 C7 Cdim C7
r
I
I I I I
test, There's one dear name that I can spell t h e brst :

I fame, I 'rn -
s a t is -fied that I can spell the name:
C HORCS Ddim
Gm7 ~ b m 6 C7
... Ri-p
A
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L
II
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r r w
is for the m i l - lion t h i n g s s h e gave me,
is for the rner - cy she pos - ses - ses ,
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means old,
own,
,, isis for
I" ('T
for the tears were shed to save
her ten - d e r sweet ca - res -
me,
ses, ('H
1, is for her heart of pur- e s t
is for her hands that made a
-
I- gold, -
home :-
is
'(E" m e a n s
fbr her eyes, with love-light
ev -'ry thing she; done to
shin
help
ing,
me,
,, r r - be,- -
I" means right, and right shhll al-ways
((R means real and reg - u - lar, you see,- . Put them all to-geth - er, they spell
ROSES OF PICARDY
Words by Fred E. Weatherly
Music by Hayden Wood
Brightly
She is
watch - ing and long - ing and wait - ing where the long white road - way lies. And a
loves to hold her lit - tle hands And look m her sea - blue eyes. And she

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Fm7-5/F# Cdim FD Fm7-5/F# c#~/F# Fd6 Ftl
EH m
' stirs in the si - lence As the wind in the
I -
lis - tens and starts
first lit - tle song
and
of the
trem
ro
-
-
bles.
ses
'Tis the
is the
first
last
lit - tle
lit - tle
song
song
of
she
love;
hears:
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Slowly
I
w - I
I
I a
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"Ro - ses are shin - ing in - car -
Pi dy, in the hush of the sil ver
Ro - ses are flow'r - ing in Pi - car- dy, but there's nev - er a rose like
you! ; And the ro - ses will die with the sum - mer - time, and our roads may be f a r a -
I But there's one, rose that dies not in Pi - car - dy! 'tis the rose that I keep in my
I a
heart!"
And the rose that I keep in m
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MACNAMARA'S BAND
Words by John J. Stamford
Music by Shamus O'Connor
Allegro moderato.
IOh! me name is hlc - Nam -

2 Right now we are re -
ar - a, 1'm the lead - cr of the band, A l - t h o u g h we're few in

hear - sin' for a ver - y swell ~f - fair, The -ann - us1 cel - e -

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Oh! the drums go bang, and the c y m - bals clang, and the horns they blaze a -
u
Mc - Car - t h y pumps the old ba-zoon while I the pipes do
1
play; And, Hen- nes- sey Ten - nes-see toot - les the flute, a n d the rnus - ic is some - thin'
P‘ D0m i Co 7O 3 C7 F
A cred - it to Id I - r e -land is Mc - Nam- ar - a's band.

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IRELAND MUST BE HEAVEN
(For My Mother Came Fmm There)
I
Words and Music by Joseph McCarthy, Howard Johnson and Fred Fisher
I h oft - en heard my dad - dy speak of Ire - land's lakee and dells, The
Ike pict - uwd in my fond - est dreams old Ire - land's vales and rills, I
Dm Gm Dm Fdim
place must be like Heav- en, if it's half Like what he tells; here's
888 a stair- way to the eky, formed by her ver - dant hills; Each

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Ire - lnnd. is -
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nev - er s e e n that Isle of Green, But there's
- -
Heav - en, then aure, it

n't
Y
one thing sure, I
must be
know.
right next door.
Ire - land must be Heav - e n , for an an - g e l came from there, I
fi
nev - c r kncw a v - i n soul one half as sweet or fair, For her
Bbdim
F7
G7 Bb
Bb F7 Bbdim Bb Fm6 C9 Ebm F7
I Ire - land must be Henv - en, for my moth - er came from there.
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THECOMPLETE

Cablog No. 07-1063

81989, 1992 Creative Concepts Publishing Corp.

N o part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form

Printed in the United States of America

Produced by John L. Haag

Exclusive Distributor to the M u s i c T r a d e :

IRELAND MUST BE HEA VEN.................................................................................158

and down the moun - tain side, . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The sum - mer's

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ley's hush'd and white with snow, . . . . . . . . I t I be there in sun -shine or in

lng, . . . . . . . . . . If am dead, as dead I well may

I be,. ................... Ye'll come and find the place where I am I

will warm - er, sweet - er be, . . . . . . . .*.. . . . . . . For you will

I 1 poco crpsc. e / ritarrl. 1

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I love you, I a1 - ways knew,- I t would be you, -

all those en - dear - ing young charms Which I gaze on so fond - ly t o -

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1. By 1 -a - neyb- lakes and fells, Em - 'rald isles and,

t. wind - ing bays, Moun - tain paths, a n d wood - land dells,

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i. loves all lands; Beau - t y u-an - ders ev - 'ry - u-here, Foot-printsleaves on

I.wings and rest In that E - den of - the, R-est,

Come back to E - rin, Ma-vour-neen,Ma-vour-neen,Comeback,A-roon to the land of thy birth,

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Sham - rock, the sweet lit - tle Sham-rock the

2. That dear little plant still grows in our land,

3. That dear little plant that springs from our soil,

save the poor black- smith and liang one of . those.

4th Verse: When Dnffy was poor, sure one day he g o t , a o r k ,

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t r u e l o v e ' n shad - ow la - ment - ing stood. 2. But the

1. Ev - 'ry per - son in the na - tion-

I I or of great or hum - ble sta - t i o n holds in high - est

es - ti - ma - tion Pip - ing Tim of

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- move you hearts or

- i n g Tim of Gal - way.

2. When the wedding bells a r e ringing

When he walks the highway pealing

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Who i s t h e m a n h e l p s a manevl-rytimshecan?Har-ri-gan, that's me!-

H - X - dou-bleR-I - GC - A - N spells H a r - r i - gan .

1. The dames of France are

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I can sing or dance with an - y man, As I did in days of,

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lore. It's a re1 - ic of old D - -

\\'here did you

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Talk a - bout re - s p e r t , with h i s hvad r - rvct, As he rnarch'd a -

1 I moth- er used to say, "As your fa - the: did u i t h that old t i m e l i d , up -

I t ' s the Pat - rick's day." _-

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FIF - TEEN DOL -LARS IN C11-ET, Don't you

warn - i n Sot - ur - day

1. I'll take you home a- gain, Kath -leen, -

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