Quotes
Quotes - Lover
A baby was sleeping,
Its mother was weeping,
For her husband was far on the wild-raging sea.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.
"That's eight times to-day that you 've kissed me before."
"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure,
For there's luck in odd numbers,"says Rory O'More.
As she sat in the low-backed car
The man at the turn-pike bar
Never asked for the toll
But just rubbed his auld poll
And looked after the low-backed car.
Sure my love is all crost
Like a bud in the frost
And there's no use at all in my going to bed,
For 't is dhrames and not slape that comes into my head!
And with my advice, faith I wish you'd take me.
Sure the shovel and tongs
To each other belongs.
A baby was sleeping, Its mother was weeping.
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.
For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.
"Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure, For there's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More.
There was a place in childhood that I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.
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!
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Where's the snow That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?
