When moonlike ore the hazure seas In soft effulgence swells, When silver jews and balmy breaze Bend down the Lily’s bells; When calm and deap, the rosy sleep

O will ye choose to hear the news, Bedad I cannot pass it o’er: I’ll tell you all about the Ball To the Naypaulase Ambassador. Begor! this fete all balls does ba…

Returning from the cruel fight How pale and faint appears my knig… He sees me anxious at his side; ‘Why seek, my love, your wounds to… Or deem your English girl afraid

Come all ye Christian people, unt… ‘Tis about a base consperracy, as… ‘Twill make your hair to bristle u… When of this dread consperracy you… The news of this consperracy and v…

When the moonlight’s on the mounta… And the gloom is on the glen, At the cross beside the fountain There is one will meet thee then. At the cross beside the fountain;

The cold gray hills they bind me a… The darksome valleys lie sleeping… But the winds as they pass o’er al… Bring me never a sound of woe! Oh! for all I have suffered and s…

Before I lost my five poor wits, I mind me of a Romish clerk, Who sang how Care, the phantom da… Beside the belted horseman sits. Methought I saw the grisly sprite

Je viens revoir l’asile ou ma jeun… De la misere a subi les lecons. J’avais vingt ans, une folle maitr… De francs amis et l’amour des chan… Bravant le monde et les sots et le…

Where the quivering lightning flin… His arrows from out the clouds, And the howling tempest sings And whistles among the shrouds, ’Tis pleasant, ’tis pleasant to ri…

Ye Genii of the nation, Who look with veneration. And Ireland’s desolation onsaysin… Ye sons of General Jackson, Who thrample on the Saxon,

The Pope he is a happy man, His Palace is the Vatican, And there he sits and drains his c… The Pope he is a happy man. I often say when I’m at home,

Now the toils of day are over, And the sun hath sunk to rest, Seeking, like a fiery lover, The bosom of the blushing west— The faithful night keeps watch and…

The play is done; the curtain drop… Slow falling to the prompter’s bel… A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task;

Come to the greenwood tree, Come where the dark woods be, Dearest, O come with me! Let us rove—O my love—O my love! Come—'tis the moonlight hour,