First lines: You sons of famed Hibernia, pay attention to my song, / I will sing for you a verse or two, it won't detain you long.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Ireland--Politics and government--19th century | Ireland--Foreign relations--Great Britain

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First lines: You pious hearted christians wherever ihat [sic] you might be, / I hope you will pay attention to it u doleful elegy.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Ireland--Politics and government--19th century | Ireland--History--19th century

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First lines: You sons of Hibernia come listen unto me. / And in future ages recorded you'll be.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Ireland--Politics and government--19th century | Great Britain. Parliament--History--19th century

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First lines: You gents of Dublin city pay attention for a while / 'Till I sing you a few verses that will cause you to smile.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Ireland--Politics and government--19th century | Ireland--Foreign relations--Great Britain

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First lines: Now F. W. Brady once more hoopes to be, / At the cost of your freedom, the city M.P.'.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Ireland--Politics and government--19th century | Elections--Ireland--History--19th century

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First lines: To Clonmel we will go view the lesses [sic] pretty, / And the boatsmen also, which forth all its beauty.

Clonmel (Ireland ) | Ballads, English--Ireland | Ireland--Politics and government--19th century

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First lines: Our gallant freeholders so noble and brave, / Have chased from our city this vile tory knave.Refers to the general election in 1859.Printed: Cork: [Catherine] Haly.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Ireland--Politics and government--19th century | Elections--Ireland--History--19th century

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First lines: Young men and tender maidens of Erin's green pleasant isle, / I hope you will join my praises and give ear to those [sic] lines I write. Printed: Cork: [Catherine] Haly.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Ireland--Politics and government--19th century | Ireland--History--19th century

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First lines: Come all ye stout roving fellows your travelling you must throw away, / Since the poor Roman Bull from the farmer is getting no hay.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Ireland--Politics and government--19th century | O'Connell, Daniel, 1775-1847

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An elegy for Daniel O'Connell. First lines: Through the land there's grief and wailing / Wild it spreads around our shore. Printed: Dublin: [John F.] Nugent.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Ireland--Politics and government--19th century | Elegiac poetry

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First lines: By memory inspired, and love of country-fired, / The deeds of men I love to dwell upon.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Ireland--Politics and government--19th century | Elegiac poetry

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First lines: 'Fair play's a jewel,' to Pat, quoth John Bull, / As a tankard of ale and long pipe he did pull.

Ballads, English--Ireland | Ireland--Politics and government--19th century | Ireland--Foreign relations--Great Britain

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