388 O listen, listen, ladies gay INDEX OF FIRST LINES. PAGE 15 O Mary, go and call the cattle home On Linden when the sun was low On the green banks of Shannon when Sheelah was nigh Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered Pibroch of Donuil Dhu Say, what remains when hope is fled See, the day begins to break Seven daughters had Lord Archibald 330 220 She was an only child Silent and mournful sat an Indian chief Singing and dancing being all their pleasure Sleep breathes at last from out thee Sleep, little baby, sleep Some murmur, when their sky is clear. 350 325 Southward with fleet of ice. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold The fiery courser, when he hears from far The fires blazed bright till deep midnight The fox and the cat, as they travelled one day The harp that once through Tara's halls The minstrel boy to the war is gone PAGE The months all riding came The Moor had beleaguered Valencia's towers The muffled drum was heard 194 69 19 70 The summer and autumn had been so wet The trumpet's voice hath roused the land The warrior bowed his crested head There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore 265 They shot him dead at the Nine-Stone Rig 283 Three fishers went sailing away to the west 'Twas dead of night, when weary bodies close 271 301 9 361 |