 | 1842 - 624 ページ
...DEAR IRISH BOY." My Connor — his cheeks are as ruddy as the morning ; The brightest of pearls don't mimic his teeth, While nature with ringlets his mild brows adorning, His hair Cupid's bow strings, and roses his breath. Smiling, beguiling, cheering, endearing, Together oft over the mountains... | |
 | 1847 - 906 ページ
...live in my heart and pay no • rent, Live in my heart, mavourneeu. THE DEAR IRISH BOY. MY Conner, his cheeks are as ruddy as morning, The brightest...Smiling, beguiling, Cheering, endearing, Together how oft o'er the mountains we stray'd ; By each other delighted, And fondly united, I have listened... | |
 | Samuel Lover - 1858 - 394 ページ
...in the next, we ne'er shall sever, There I'll find my angel boy !" THE DEAR IRISH BOY. MY CON>TOR, his cheeks are as ruddy as morning, The brightest...Smiling, beguiling, Cheering, endearing, Together how oft o'er the mountains we stray'd ; By each other delighted, And fondly united, I have listened... | |
 | Samuel Lover - 1884 - 458 ページ
...my joy ; But in the next we ne'er shall sever, There I'll find my angel boy ! " THE DEAR IRISH BOY. MY CONNOR, his cheeks are as ruddy as morning, The...Smiling, beguiling, Cheering, endearing, Together how oft o'er the mountains we stray'd ; By each other delighted, No roebuck more swift could fly over... | |
 | Patrick John Kenedy - 1898 - 512 ページ
...The trout and salmon are always sporting In the clear streamlets of Castle Hyde. THE DEAR IEISH BOY. MY CONNOR, his cheeks are as ruddy as morning, The...Smiling, beguiling, Cheering, endearing, Together how oft o'er the mountains we stray'd ; By each other delighted, And fondly united, I have listened... | |
 | 1862 - 798 ページ
...must be supposed to intervene. -l /t /m/t Wtddiny. "TUK 1ЖЛК IRISH IIOV. " Oh, my Connor ! hi» cheeks are as ruddy as morning : The brightest of pearls do but mimic h is teeth, While nature with ringlets his mild brows adorning. Mis hair Cupid's bow-strings, and roses... | |
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I'll find my angel boy !" THE DEAR IRISH BOY. MY CON>TOR, his cheeks are as ruddy as morning, The brightest of pearls do but mimic his teeth ; While nature with ringlets his mild brows adorning, His hair Cupid's bow-strings, and roses his breath. Smiling,... 