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BEAUING, BELLEING, DANCING, DRINKING
BENDEMEER'S STREAM
BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS
BY KILLARNEY'S LAKES AND FELLS
COME BACK TO ERIN
I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN, KATHLEEN
THE BRIAR AND THE ROSE
BEA UING, BELLEING, DANCING, DRINKING Back
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(THE RAKES OF MALLOW)
BEAUING, BELLEING, DANCING, DRINKING,
BREAKING WINDOWS, CURSING, SINKING,
EVER RAKING, NEVER THINKING, LIVE THE RAKES OF MALLOW
SPENDING FASTER THAN IT COMES, BEATING WAITER'S BAILLIFS, DUNS
BACCHUS' TRUE-BEGOTTEN SONS LIVE THE RAKES OF MALLOW
ONE TIME NOUGHT BUT CLARET DRINKING
THEN LIKE POLITICIANS, THINKING
TO RAISE THE "SINKING FUNDS" WHEN SINKING LIVE THE RAKES OF MALLOW
WHEN AT HOME, WITH DA-DA DYING, STILL FOR MELLOW WATER CRYING
BUT WHERE THERE'S GOOD CLARET PLYING LIVE THE RAKES OF MALLOW
RACKING TENANTS STEWARDS TEASING
SWIFTLY SPENDING, SLOWLY RAISING
WISHING TO SPEND ALL THEIR DAYS IN RAKING AS AT MALLOW
THEN TO END THIS RAKING LIFE THEY GET SOBER, TAKE A WIFE
EVER AFTER LIVE IN STRIFE, AND WISH A-GAIN FOR MALLOW
BEN DEMEER'S STREAM Back
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Thomas Moore
b 1779
THERE'S A BOWER OF ROSES BY BENDEMEER'S STREAM
AND THE NIGHTINGALE SINGS ROUND IT ALL THE DAY LONG
IN THE TIME OF MY CHILDHOOD 'TWAS LIKE A SWEET DREAM
TO SIT IN THE ROSES AND HEAR THE BIRD'S SONG
THAT BOWER AND IT'S MUSIC I NEVER FORGET
BUT OFT WHEN ALONE IN THE BLOOM OF THE YEAR
I THINK, "IS THE NIGHTINGALE SINGING THERE YET?
ARE THE ROSES STILL BRIGHT BY THE CALM BENDEMEER?"
NO THE ROSES SOON WITHERED THAT HUNG OVER THE WAVE
BUT SOME BLOSSOMS WERE GATHERED WHILE FRESHLY THEY SHONE
AND THE DEW WAS DISTILLED FROM THEIR FLOWERS THAT GAVE
ALL THE FRAGRANCE OF SUMMER WHEN SUMMER WAS GONE!
THUS MEMORY DRAWS FROM DELIGHT ERE IT DIES
AN ESSENCE THAT BREATHES OF IT MANY A YEAR
THUS BRIGHT TO MY SOUL AS 'TWAS THEN TO MY EYES
IS THAT BOWER ON THE BANKS OF THE CALM BENDEMEER!
BEL IEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS
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Thomas Moore
b 1779
BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS
WHICH I GAZE ON SO FONDLY TODAY
WERE TO CHANGE BY TOMORROW AND FLEET IN MY ARMS
LIKE FAIRY GIFTS FADING AWAY
THOU WOULD'ST STILL BE ADORED AS THIS MOMENT THOU ART
LET THY LOVELINESS FADE AS IT WILL
AND AROUND THE DEAR RUIN, EACH WISH OF MY HEART
WOULD ENTWINE ITSELF VERDANTLY STILL.
IT IS NOT WHILE BEAUTY AND YOUTH ARE THINE OWN
AND THY CHEEK UNPROFANED BY A TEAR
THAT THE FERVOR AND FAITH OF A SOUL CAN BE KNOWN
TO WHICH TIME WILL BUT MAKE THEE MORE DEAR
OH, THE HEART THAT HAS TRULY LOVED NEVER FORGETS
BUT AS TRULY LOVES ON TO THE CLOSE
AS THE SUNFLOWER TURNS ON HER GOD WHEN HE SETS
THE SAME LOOK THAT SHE GAVE WHEN HE ROSE
BY KILLARNEY'S LAKES AND FELLS Back
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E. Falconer
b 1813
BY KILLARNEY'S LAKES AND FELLS EMERALD ISLES AND WINDING BAYS
MOUNTAIN PATHS AND WOODLAND DELLS, MEMORY EVER FONDLY STRAYS,
BOUNTEOUS NATURE LOVES ALL LANDS, BEAUTY WANDERS EVERYWHERE
FOOTPRINTS LEAVES ON MANY STRANDS BUT HER HOME IS SURELY THERE!
ANGELS FOLD THEIR WINGS AND REST IN THAT EDEN OF THE WEST
BEAUTY'S HOME, KILLARNEY, EVERY FAIR, KILLARNEY
INNISFALLEN'S RUINED SHRINE MAY SUGGEST A PASSING SIGH
BUT MAN'S FAITH CAN NE'ER DECLINE SUCH GOD'S WONDERS FLOATING BY,
CASTLE LOUGH AND GLENNA BAY, MOUNTAINS TORE AND EAGLES NEST
STILL AT MUCROSS YOU MUST PRAY THOUGH THE MONKS ARE NOW AT REST
ANGELS WONDER NOT THAT MAN THERE WOULD FAIN PROLONG LIFE'S SPAN
BEAUTY'S HOME, KILLARNEY, EVERY FAIR, KILLARNEY
NO PLACE ELSE CAN CHARM THE EYE WITH SUCH BRIGHT AND VARIED TINTS
EVERY ROCK THAT YOU PASS BY VERDURE 'BROIDERS OR BE-SPRINTS,
VIRGIN THERE THE GREEN GRASS GROWS, EVERY MORN SPRINGS NATAL DAY
BRIGHT-HUED BERRIES DAFF THE SNOWS, SMILING WINTER'S FROWN AWAY
ANGELS OFTEN PAUSING THERE DOUBT IF EDEN WERE MORE FAIR
BEAUTY'S HOME, KILLARNEY, EVERY FAIR, KILLARNEY
MUSIC THERE FOR ECHO DWELLS, MAKES EACH SOUND A HARMONY
MANY VOICED THE CHORUS SWELLS TILL IT FAINTS IN ECSTASY
WITH THE CHARM-FUL TINTS BELOW SEEMS THE HEAVEN ABOVE TO VIE
ALL RICH COLORS THAT WE KNOW TINGE THE CLOUD-WREATHES IN THAT SKY
WINGS OF ANGELS SO MIGHT SHINE, GLANCING BACK SOFT LIGHT DIVINE
BEAUTY'S HOME, KILLARNEY, EVERY FAIR, KILLARNEY
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Claribel Barnard
b 1830
COME BACK TO ERIN, MAVOURNEEN, MAVOURNEEN;
COME BACK, AROON TO THE LAND OF MY BIRTH
COME WITH THE SHAMROCKS AND SPRINGIME, MAVOURNEEN
AND ITS KILLARNEY SHALL RING WITH OUR MIRTH
SURE WHEN WE LENT YE TO BEAUTIFUL ENGLAND
LITTLE WE THOUGHT OF THE LONE WINTER DAYS
LITTLE WE THOUGHT OF THE HUSH OF THE STARSHINE
OVER THE MOUNTAINS, THE BLUFFS, AND THE BRAES
THEN COME BACK TO ERIN, MAVOURNEEN, MAVOURNEEN;
COME BACK AGAIN TO THE LAND OF MY BIRTH
COME BACK TO ERIN, MAVOURNEEN, MAVOURNEEN
AND ITS KILLARNEY SHALL RING WITH OUR MIRTH.
OVER THE GREEN SEA MAVOURNEEN, MAVOURNEEN
LONG SHONE THE WHITE SAIL THAT BORE THEE AWAY
RIDING THE WHITE WAVES THAT FAIR SUMMER MORNIN'
JUST LIKE A MAY-FLOWER A-FLOAT ON THE BAY
OH, BUT MY HEART SANK WHEN CLOUDS CAME BETWEEN US
LIKE A GREY CURTAIN THE RAIN FALLING DOWN
HID FROM MY SAD EYES THE PATH O'ER THE O-CEAN
FAR, FAR AWAY WHERE MY COLLEEN HAD FLOWN.
THEN COME BACK TO ERIN, MAVOURNEEN, MAVOURNEEN;
COME BACK AGAIN TO THE LAND OF MY BIRTH
COME BACK TO ERIN, MAVOURNEEN, MAVOURNEEN
AND ITS KILLARNEY SHALL RING WITH OUR MIRTH.
OH MAY THE ANGELS, OH WAKIN' AND SLEEPIN' WATCH O'ER MY BIRD
IN THE LAND FAR AWAY; AND IT'S MY PRAYERS WILL CONSIGN TO THEIR KEEPIN'
CARE O' MY JEWEL BY NIGHT AND BY DAY. WHEN BY THE FIRESIDE
I WATCH THE BRIGHT EMBERS THEN ALL MY HEART FLYS TO ENGLAND AND THEE
CRAVIN' TO KNOW IF MY DARLIN' REMEMBERS
OR IF HER THOUGHTS MAY BE CROSSIN' TO ME.
THEN COME BACK TO ERIN, MAVOURNEEN, MAVOURNEEN;
COME BACK AGAIN TO THE LAND OF MY BIRTH
COME BACK TO ERIN, MAVOURNEEN, MAVOURNEEN
AND ITS KILLARNEY SHALL RING WITH OUR MIRTH.
I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN, KATHLEEN Back
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T.P. Westendorf
I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN, KATHLEEN ACROSS THE OCEAN WILD AND WIDE
TO WHERE YOUR HEART HAS EVER BEEN SINCE FIRST YOU WERE MY BONNY BRIDE
THE ROSES ALL HAVE LEFT YOUR CHEEK, I'VE WATCHED THEM FADE AWAY AND DIE
YOUR VOICE IS SAD WHEN-E'ER YOU SPEAK AND TEARS BEDIM YOUR LOVING EYES
OH, I WILL TAKE YOU BACK, KATHLEEN,
TO WHERE YOUR HEART WILL FEEL NO PAIN
AND WHEN THE FIELDS ARE FRESH AND GREEN,
I'LL TAKE YOU TO YOUR HOME, KATHLEEN
TO THAT DEAR HOME BEYOND THE SEA MY KATHLEEN SHALL AGAIN RETURN
AND WHEN THY OLD FRIENDS WELCOME THEE
THY LOVING HEART WILL CEASE TO YEARN
WHERE LAUGHS THE LITTLE SILVER STREAM BESIDE YOUR MOTHER'S HUMBLE COT
AND BRIGHTESET RAYS OF SUNSHINE GLEAM
THERE ALL YOUR GRIEF WILL BE FORGOT
OH, I WILL TAKE YOU BACK, KATHLEEN,
TO WHERE YOUR HEART WILL FEEL NO PAIN
AND WHEN THE FIELDS ARE FRESH AND GREEN,
I'LL TAKE YOU TO YOUR HOME, KATHLEEN
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I FELL ASLEEP DOWN BY A STREAM AND THERE I HAD THE STRANGEST DREAM
AND DOWN BY BRANNON'S LANE THERE GROWS THE BRIAR AND THE ROSE
THERE'S A TREE IN THE FOREST AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE
I BUILT A NEST OUT OF YOUR HAIR
AND CLIMBING UP INTO THE AIR THE BRIAR AND THE ROSE
WELL I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG IT'S BEEN
BUT I WAS BORN IN BRENNANS LANE
AND NEAR THE END OF SPRING THERE GROWS THE BRIAR AND THE ROSE.
I PICKED THE ROSE ONE EARLY MORN
I PRICKED MY FINGER ON A THORN
IT HAD GROWN SO CLOSE IT'S WINDING WOVE THE BRIAR AND THE ROSE.
I TRIED TO TEAR THEM BOTH APART
I PUT A BULLET THROUGH MY HEART
AND ALL DRESSED UP IN SPRING'S NEW CLOTHES THE BRIAR AND THE ROSE
AND WHEN I'M BURIED AND IN MY GRAVE
TELL ME SO I MAY KNOW
YOUR TEARS MAY FALL TO MAKE US GROW
THE BRIAR AND THE ROSE.
AND WHEN I'M BURIED AND IN MY GRAVE
TELL ME SO I MAY KNOW
YOUR TEARS MAY FALL TO MAKE US GROW
THE BRIAR AND THE ROSE.
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