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Lyr Add: My Beauty of Limerick & Dobbin's Flowery

ard mhacha 10 Nov 08 - 12:40 PM
GUEST,Malcolm Douglas (not at home) 10 Nov 08 - 03:53 PM
ard mhacha 11 Nov 08 - 04:39 AM
Jim Dixon 12 Nov 08 - 09:04 AM
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Subject: Lyr Add: MY BEAUTY OF LIMERICK
From: ard mhacha
Date: 10 Nov 08 - 12:40 PM

Two songs not on Mudcat, both songs can be heard on You Tube, on lorgain2,

                      Dobbins flowery vale
                   By James Garland [Lurgan 1830s]

One morning fair as Phoebus bright his radiant charms display'd
When Flora in her verdant garb the fragrant plains array'd,
As I did rove throughout each grove, no care did me assail,
When a pair I spied by a riverside in Dobbin's Flowery Vale.

As I sat down them to behold beneath a spreading tree
The limpid streams that gently roll'd convey'd these words to me:
"Farewell, sweet maid" the youth he said, "For now I must set sail,
I'll bid adieu to sweet Armagh and Dobbin's Flowery Vale."

"Forbear these thoughts and cruel words that wound a bleeding heart,
For is it true that we're met here, alas, so soon to part?
Must I alone here sigh and moan, to none my grief reveal,
But here lament my cause to vent in Dobbin's Flowery Vale?"

"Unwilling I am to part with you, no longer I can stay,
For Love and Freedom cry "Pursue", those words I must obey
In foreign lands where Freedom smiles, or by the earth conceal'd
I will come home no more to roam from Dobbin's Flowery Vale."

Its mutual love together drew both in a kind embrace,
While tears like rosy drops of dew did trickle down her face.
She strove in vain him to detain, but while she did bewail
He bid adieu and I withdrew from Dobbin's Flowery Vale.

         My Beauty of Limerick

I sing of a loved one who's dear unto me,
Although we are parted by the deep rolling sea,
My thoughts gladly wander to Erin's green shore,
Where dwells my sweet treasure mavourneen asthore.

I sigh when I think of our farewell good-bye,
When she tried for to keep the sad tear from her eye;
Saying "Patrick, God bless you and bring you safe home,
To the heart that is melting for you alone,"

How well I remember the promise I gave;
To go be to old Ireland when money I'd save.
For there's no girl fairer nor lovelier than she,
My beauty of Limerick, acushla Machree.

I place 'neath my pillow at night, ere I sleep,
The beautiful token she gave me to keep---
The wee bit of ribbon she took from her hair---
No king has a jewel more precious or rare.

In the morn when I waken I press to my heart,
My colleen's last gift---from it ne'er will I part;
For it comes from the dearest and the sweetest to me,
My beauty of Limerick, acushla Machree.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: My beauty of Limerick and Dobbins flower
From: GUEST,Malcolm Douglas (not at home)
Date: 10 Nov 08 - 03:53 PM

See also thread dobbin's flowery vale


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: My beauty of Limerick and Dobbins flower
From: ard mhacha
Date: 11 Nov 08 - 04:39 AM

Thanks Malcolm for the link to the Thread,


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Subject: Lyr Add: BEAUTY OF LIMERICK
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 12 Nov 08 - 09:04 AM

Another version from
Wehman Bros.' Pocket-Size Irish Song Book, No. 1. New York: Wehman Bros., 1909:

BEAUTY OF LIMERICK.

I sing of my loved one—an idol to me,
Though we are parted by the deep rolling sea:
My thoughts gladly wander to Erin's green shore.
Where dwells my sweet treasure, mavourneen asthore.
By the side of the brooklet, a clear running stream,
I fancy I see her, my cushla machree;
Oh, there's no girl fairer nor lovelier than she.
My beauty of Limerick, acushla machree;
Oh, there's no girl fairer nor lovelier than she,
My beauty of Limerick, acushla machree.

I sigh when I think of our farewell good-bye,
You strived for to keep the sad tear from your eye;
Poor Paddy, God save you and send you straight home,
The heart that is melting for you all alone.
Sure don't I remember the promise I gave:
I'd go back to old Ireland when money I'd save.
Oh, there's no girl fairer nor lovelier than she,
My beauty of Limerick, acushla machree;
Oh, there's no girl fairer nor lovelier than she,
My beauty of Limerick, acushla machree.

I place 'neath my pillow at night, when I sleep,
A sweet little token she gave me to keep—
A wee bit of ribbon she took from her hair—
No king has a jewel more precious or rare.
In the morn when awakened I press to my heart
My colleen's last gift—with it never I'll part;
It comes from the fairest, the loveliest to me.
My beauty of Limerick, acushla machree;
Oh, there's no girl fairer nor lovelier than she,
My beauty of Limerick, acushla machree.


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