 | 1842 - 624 ページ
...ne'er cease to weep. Smiling, &c. The war being over and he not returned, I fear that some dark envious plot has been laid, Or that some cruel goddess has...And left here to mourn his dear Irish maid. Smiling, beguiling, cheering, endearing, Together oft over the mountain we've strayed, By each other delighted,... | |
 | 1847 - 906 ページ
...Smiling, beguiling, &c. The war being over, and he not returned, I fear that some dark envious plot baa been laid ; Or that some cruel goddess has him captivated,...And left here to mourn his dear Irish maid. Smiling, beguiling, &c. MOTHER, HE'S GOING AWAY. - SAMUEL I.OVKIt. Mother. Now, what are you crying for, Nelly... | |
 | Samuel Lover - 1858 - 394 ページ
...weep. Smiling, beguiling, &c. The war being over, and he not returned, I fear that some dark envious plot has been laid ; Or that some cruel goddess has...And left here to mourn his dear Irish maid. Smiling, beguiling, &c. I often heard this song; in my boyhood, sung to a very sweet and plaintive melody. Its... | |
 | Samuel Lover - 1884 - 458 ページ
...weep. Smiling, beguiling, &c. The war being over, and he not returned, I fear that some dark envious plot has been laid ; Or that some cruel goddess has...And left here to mourn his dear Irish maid. Smiling, beguiling, &c. I often beard this song, in my boyhood, sung to a very sweet and plaintive melody. Its... | |
 | Patrick John Kenedy - 1898 - 512 ページ
...weep. Smiling, beguiling, &c. The war being over, and he not returned, I fear that some dark envious plot has been laid ; Or that some cruel goddess has...And left here to mourn his dear Irish maid. Smiling, beguiling, &c. THE CROPPY BOY. A Ballad of '98. CAIIROLL MALONE. The revolutionary party in Ireland... | |
 | 1862 - 798 ページ
...love — oh! he's gone to the wars. Siniliir . beguiling. £<•. " The ware being now over, and be not returning, I fear me that some hidden plot has been laid, Or that some cruel goddess has him cap. tivnted, And left Itere to mourn his dear Irish maid. Smiling," &c. Edward O' Brieu, being laid... | |
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The dark- screaming owl impedes my night's sleep, While lonely I walk in the shade of the evening, Till my. Connor's return I will ne'er cease to weep. Smiling, beguiling, &c. The war being over, and he not returned, I fear that some dark envious plot... 