Samuel Lover ( 10 of 10 )
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered,
And smile in her face, as she bended read more
Her beads while she numbered,
The baby still slumbered,
And smile in her face, as she bended her knee;
Oh! bless'd be that warning,
My child, thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.
A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.
A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping.
"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.
"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.
Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.
There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy read more
There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.
Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?
Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?
For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.
For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.
I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells,
And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how read more
I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells,
And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how I'll weave my spells!
