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IRISH SONGS
A COLLECTION OF AIRS
OLD AND NEW
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PREFACE
In the preparation of this volume the editor has sought : — First, to meet the demand
for a goodly representation of the best loved songs of Ireland ;
second, to enrich the collec-
tion with some of the less known but equally beautiful airs ;
third, to supply accompani-
ments in keeping with the spirit of each song ;
and fourth, to present authentic versions of
rhythm, melody, or sentiment that has made them linger in the heart, there are other airs
less direct, perhaps, in their appeal but more subtle in their charm. In the nature of things
such airs are less widely known. Quite a sheaf of them are to be found in this volume.
They possess uncommon beauty in music and text, together with the true Celtic flavor, and
must appeal to lovers of the artistic in Folk Song everywhere.
Apart from the melodies of Old Ireland, some of the modern popular Irish songs have
been incorporated.
The field of Irish music is large, and but a gleaning can be given in a single volume.
The editor hopes that this work will give the public a small part, at least, of the pleasure
'Tis the last rose of summer Thomas Moore The Groves of Blarney . . . . 66
Valley lay smiling before me. The . Thomas Moore The Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow 67
Wearin’ of the green Dion Boucicault Unknown 70
We may roam thro’ this world .... Thomas Moore Garryowen 72
Widow Machree Samuel Lover Samuel Lover 74
When she answered me her voice was low Alfred Perceval Graves Old Irish Air 76
Would God I were the tender apple blossom Katharine Tynan Hinkson Irish Love Song 77
Young Rory O'More Samuel Lover Uncertain 78
Young May Moon, The Thomas Moore The Dandy O! 80
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mount of the Finnian heroes.
The words of this song were suggested by the very ancient Irish story called “Deirdri, or the lamentable fate of the sons of Us-
nach," which has been translated literally from the Gaelic, by Mr. O’Flanagan. The treachery of Conor, king of Ulster, in put-
ting to death the three sons of Usna, was the cause of a desolating war against Ulster, which terminated in the destruction of
Eman. “This story ( says Mr. O’Flanagan) has been from time immemorial, held in high repute as one of the three tragic sto-
ries of the Irish. These are ’The death of the Children of Touran,’ ‘The death of the Children of Lear’ (both regarding Tuatha
da Danans) and this, ‘The death of the Children of Usnach,’ which is a Milesian story.” For the story of the Children of Lear
orl.ir: see "Silent, oh Movie!"
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THE MEETING OF THE WATERS*
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bloom of that val - ley shall fade from my heart,
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see them re - fleet - ed from looks that we love,
hearts, like thy wa - ters, be min-gled in peace.
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•TIS THE LAST ROSE OE SUMMER
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the first opportunity of dividing, conquering, and enslaving Ireland. The following are the circumstances, as related by O’Hal*
loran. “ The King of Leinster had long conceived a violent affection for Dearbhorgil, daughter to the King of Meath, and
though she had been for some time married to O’Ruark, Prince of Breffnl, yet it could not restrain his passion. They carried
on a private correspondence, and she informed him that O’Ruark intended soon to go on a pilgrimage (an act of piety frequent
to those days 1, and conjured him to embrace that opportunity of conveying her from a husband she detested to a lover she
adored. Mac Murchad too punctually obeyed the summons, and had the lady conveyed to his capital of Ferns The monarch
Boderic espoused the cause of O’Ruark, while Murchad fled to England and obtained the assistance of Henry II.
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ghost or some sprite, That would wake you each night, Cry- ing, Och hone 1
ghosts would de - part When you’d me near your heart, Och hone 1
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WHEN SHE ANSWERED ME HER VOICE WAS LOW
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that was to teaze ;“Now,Ro - ry, be Kathleen would cry, Re - proof on her lip but a
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you than the ground. ”“Now,Ro - ry, I’ll cry, if you don’t let me go, Sure I dream ev-’ry night that I’m
talk to the Priest. ’’Then Ro - ry, the rogue, stole his arm round her neck, So soft and so white, with -out
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smile in her eye, “With your tricks I don’t know in troth, what I’m about, Faith . . you’ve
hat-ing you so!” “Oh,” says Ro - ry,“ that same I’m de - light - ed to hear, . For
free - kle or speck, And be looked in her eyes that were beam - ing with light, And he
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teazed till I’ve put on my cloak in - side out.” “0 Jew - el,” says Ro - ry “that
dhrames al - ways go by con-thrai- ries, my dear; OJew - el, keep dream - ing that
kissed her sweet lips, don’t you think he was right? “ Now Ro - ry, leave off, sir, you’ll
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same is the way ^ You’ve thrat - ed my heart for this man - y a day,
same till you die, And bright morn - ing will give dir - ty night the black lie,
hug me no more, That’s eight times to - day that you’ve kissed me be - fore
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