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EDITED AND THE PIANO ACCOMPANIMENTS

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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

both text and music.

While the airs that have become most popular possess some peculiar attraction in

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

it has given him in its preparation.

 CONTENTS

Text Music Page

As I went a-walking one morning in spring Unknown Old Irish Air 1

Avenging and bright Thomas Moore Crooghan a Venee 33

Believe me if all those endearing young
charms Thomas Moore My Lodging is on the Cold Ground 2

Cruiskeen Lawn, The Unknown Old Irish Air 6

Dawning of the day. The P. W. Joyce, LL.D (Tr.) . . Old Irish Air 8

Farewell! but whenever you welcome the

hour Thomas Moore Moll Roone 60
Foggy dew, The Alfred Perceval Graves Old Irish Air 10
Girl I left behind me. The Samuel Lover Samuel Lover 12
Has sorrow thy young days shaded?. Thomas Moore Sly Patrick 13
Harp that once through Tara’s Halls, The . Thomas Moore Gramachree 16
In Dublin's fair city Unknown . . . Old Irish Air 17
I love my love in the morning Gerald Griffin The Mountains High 3

Jenny Alfred Perceval Graves Old Irish Air 15

Kathleen Mavourneen Annie Barry Crawford . Frederick N. Crouch 23
Kerry Dance, The J. L. Molloy J. L. Molloy 28
Killarney from Innisfallen M. W. Balfe 34
Let Erin remember the days of old Thomas Moore The Red Fox 36
Little red lark. The Old Irish Air 37
Love’s young dream Thomas Moore The Old Woman 38
Low-backed car, The Samuel Lover Samuel Lover 40
Meeting of the waters. The Thomas Moore The Old Head of Dennis .... 42
Minstrel Boy, The Thomas Moore The Moreen 44
Molly Bawn Samuel Lover Samuel Lover 46
My love’s an arbutus Alfred Perceval Graves . . Old Irish Melody 48
Off to Philadelphia Unknown Old Irish Air 62
Oft in the stilly night Thomas Moore Sir John Stevenson ( ?) . . . . 64
Oh! I’m not myself at all Samuel Lover Samuel Lover 66
Oh! my sweet little rose ( Roisin Dubh) . Thomas Furlong (Tr.) . . . Old Irish Air 69
Pretty girl milking her cow, The .... Unknown The Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow 21
Remember the glories of Brien the Brave . Thomas Moore Molly Macalpin 20
Rich and rare were the gems she wore . . Thomas Moore The Summer is coming .... 68
St. Patrick’s Day M. J. Barry St. Patrick's Day 64
Silent, O Moyle be the roar of thy water Thomas Moore My Dear Eveleen 60
Tho’ dark are our sorrows Thomas Moore St. Patrick's Day 61
Time I’ve lost in wooing. The Thomas Moore Pease upon a Trencher . . . . 64
’Tis pretty to be in Ballinderry .... Unknown Old Irish Air 6

'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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THE CRUISKEEN LAWN

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REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE

THE PRETTY GIRL MILKING HER COW

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AVENGING AND BRIGHT
Air “ Crooghan a Venee ”
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The name of this beautiful and truly Irish air, is, it is said, properly written Cruach&n na Fkine, i.e., the Fenian mount, or
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!"
* “ O Xaisi! view the cloud that I here see iu the sky! I see over Eman green a chilling cloud of blood-tinged red.” L>elr
dri’s Song . t Ulster.

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KILLARNEY
From “ Innisfallen” Michael William Balfb

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bar - mo - ny ;
Man y voic’d the cho - rus swells,

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KII..LARNEY
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LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD

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38 THE LITTLE RED LARK

Thomas Moore Arranged by N. Clifford Page

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THE LOW-BACKED CAR
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hos - tile scythes de - i nands his tythes Of death, in war - like cars. But
scores of hearts she slaugh - ters, By far out -nuns - ber these; While
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42
THE MEETING OF THE WATERS*
Air : “ The Old Head of Dennis ”
Thomas Moore Arranged by N. Clifford Page

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county of Wicklow the lines were suggested to Moore during a visit to the spot in 1807
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no — it was some- thing more ex-quis- ite still: —
see them re - fleet - ed from looks that we love,
hearts, like thy wa - ters, be min-gled in peace.
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THE MINSTREL BOY
Air “ The Moreen ”
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THE MINSTREL BOY

sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, One . . faith - ful harp shall
songs were made for the pure and free, They shall nev er sound in . .

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Samuel Loveb Samuel Lover
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MOLLY BAWN
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48
MY LOVE’S AN ARBUTUS
Alfred Perceval Graves Old Irish Melody
Arranged by C. Villiers Stanford

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FAREWELL! BUT WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE HOUR

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long . be my heart with such mem 0 - ries filled, Like the

vis - ion that threw Its en - chant-ment a round him while lin - g’ring with-you.
’mid the gay cheer, Some kind voice had mur-mur’d, “ I wish he were here 1”

vase, if you will, But the scent of the ros - es will hang round it still.

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OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT
Thomas Moobe Sir John Stevenson ?

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OH ! I’M ttfOT MYSELF AT ALL
Samuel Lover Samuel Lover

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OH I’M NOT MYSELF AT ALL

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RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE
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“ The Summer is Coming ”
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2. “La dy, dost thou not fear to stray, So
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religion,by the great example of Brien, and by his excellent administration, that, as a proof of it, we are informed that a young
lady of great beauty, adorned with jewels and a costly dress, undertook a journey alone from one end of the kingdom to the
other, with a wand only in her hand, at the top of which was a ring of exceeding great value: and such an impression had the
laws and government of this monarch made on the minds of all the people, that no attempt was made upon her honor, nor vm
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lied Up - on E - rin’8 hon - or and E - rin’s pride.

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SILENT, O MOYLE, BE THE ROAR OF THY WATER
(SONG OF FIONNUALA*)
Thomas Moore Air: “My dear Eveleen”
Arranged by N. Clifford Page
Andante mosso

* Fionnuala, the daughter of Lir, was by some supernatural power transformed into a swan, and condemned to wander for
many hundred years over certain lakes and rivers, in Ireland, till the coming of Christianity, when the first sound of the Mass*
bell was to be the signal of her release.

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THO’ DARK ARE OUR SORROWS

(THE PRINCE’S DAY)
Air : “ St Patrick’s Day ”

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SAINT PATRICK’S DAY
M. J. Barry
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Oh ! blest be the days when the Green Banner floated,
Sublime mountains of free Innisfail,
o’er the
When her sons to her glory and freedom devoted,
Defied the invader to tread her soil.

When backmain they chased the Dane,

o’er the
And gave to religion and learning their spoil,
When valor and mind, together combined,
But wherefor lament o’er the glories departed ?
Her star shall shine out with as vivid a ray,
For ne’er had she children more brave and true-hearted.
Than those she now sees on St. Patrick’s day.
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Her sceptre, alas ! passed away to the stranger,
And treason surrendered what valor had held
But true hearts 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 star now is near, her heaven to cheer,
Hot like the wild gleams which so fitfully darted,
But long to shine down its hallowing ray,
On daughters as fair, and sons as true-hearted,
As Erin beholds on St. Patrick’s day.
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! hour, when begirt by her cannon,
And hailed as it rose by a nation’s applause,
The flag waved aloft o’er the spire of Dungannon,
Asserting for Irishmen, Irish Laws.
Once more shall it wave, o’er hearts as brave,
Despite of the dastards who mock at her cause,
And like brothers agreed, whatever their creed,
Her children, inspired by those glories departed,
No longer in darkness desponding will stay,
But join in her cause like the brave and true-hearted,
Who rise for their rights on St. Patrick’s day.

THE TIME I’VE LOST IN WOOING

Thomas Moore Air “ Pease upon a trencher”
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Arranged by N. Cliffori Pag*

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 LOST IN WOOING 65
THE TIME I’VE

woo - ing, In watch • ing and pur - su - ing The light that lies In wo - man’s eyes, Has
grant - ed, I hung with gaze en - chant - ed, Like him, the Sprite,* Whom maids by night Oft
go - ing? And is my proud heart grow - ing Too cold or wise For bril - liant eyesA -

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Jnducement ) he vanishes.
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’TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER

Thomas Mookb Air : “ The Groves of Blarney "
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same air. With a German translation of Moore's verses, It was introduced In Flotow’s opera Martha, and this arrangement Is
Most widely known at the present day.
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•TIS THE LAST ROSE OE SUMMER

kin -dred, No rose . bud is nigh . To re- fleet back her

scat - ter Thy leaves o’er the bed, . Where thy mates of the
with-er’d. And fond . ones are flown, Oh I who would in

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THE VALLEY LAY SMILING BEFORE ME

(SONG OF O’RUARK, PRINCE OF BREFFNI
Thomas Moore Air : “ The Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow
Arranged by N. Clifford Page
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These stanzas are founded upon an event of melancholy importance If, as we are told by Irish historians, it gave England
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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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OH! MY SWEET LITTLE ROSE

(ROISIN DUBH )
Translated from the Irish by Old Irish Air
Thomas Furlong Arranged by N. Clifford Paqb
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WEARIN’ OF THE GREEN
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ne’er for - get the blood that they have shed; You may take the sham-rock from your hat, and
sor - row from the dear ould soil will part; I’ve heard whis-per of a coun - try, that lies

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WE MAY ROAM THRO’ THIS WORLD
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2. In . . Eng - land the gar - den of beau - ty is kept By a drag - on of prud- er - y
3. In . . France, when the heart of a wo - man 6ets sail, On the o - cean of wed - lock its

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gar- den’s but care-less - ly watched aft- er all. Oh ! the,y want the wild, sweet, brier - y fence, Which
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WIDOW MACHREE
Words and Music by Sakukl Lof*k
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Arranged by N. Clifford Page
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WIDOW MACHREE 75

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close cap you wear, ’Tis de - stroy - ing your hair That should be flow - ing free, Be no
rab - bits and hares, Why e - ven the bears Now in coup - les a - gree, And the
oth - er be - longs, And the kit - tie sings songs Full of fam - i - ly glee ;While a *

peace would be fled, Could you sleep in your bed With -out think -ing to see Some
stir up the fire, And sure hope is no li - ar In whis-pering to me That the

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mute lit - tie fish Tho’ they can’t spake, they wish, Och hone 1

lone with your cup, Like a her - mit you sup, Och hone t

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
_ Old Irish Air
Alfred „
Perceval Graves Arranged by C. Villiers Stanford
Adagio p rail. a tempo ares.

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WOULD GOD I WERE THE TENDER APPLE BLOSSOM

Irish Love Song
Katharine Tynan Hinkson Arranged by N. Clifford Page

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sil - ver foot might press me go - ing, Might press me go - mg ev-en un - to death!

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Origin of Air uncertain
Samuel Loybr Arranged by N. Clifford Page

The melody has also been credited to Lover, but enough doubt exists in regard to the matter to warrant the statement
that its origin is uncertain.
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YOUNG RORY O’MORE 79

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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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kissed her sweet lips, don’t you think he was right? “ Now Ro - ry, leave off, sir, you’ll
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same till you die, And bright morn - ing will give dir - ty night the black lie,

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THE YOUNG MAY MOON.

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