John Ireland - A Report Song

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John Ireland - The Sweet Season
When May is in his prime, then may each heart rejoice When May bedecks each branch with green, each bird strains forth his voice The lively sap creeps up into the blooming thorn The

John Ireland - The Lent Lily
'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found And there's the windflower

John Ireland - Ladslove
Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me One the long nights through must lie

John Ireland - Goal and Wicket
Twice a week the winter thorough Here stood I to keep the goal: Football then was fighting sorrow For the young man's soul Now in Maytime to the wicket Out I march

John Ireland - The Vain Desire
If truth in hearts that perish Could move the powers on high I think the love I bear you Should make you not to die Sure, sure, if stedfast meaning If single thought

John Ireland - The Encounter
The street sounds to the soldiers' tread And out we troop to see: A single redcoat turns his head He turns and looks at me My man, from sky to sky's so far We

John Ireland - Youth's Spring Tribute
On this sweet bank your head thrice sweet and dear I lay, and spread your hair on either side And see the newborn woodflowers bashful-eyed Look through the golden tresses here and

John Ireland - Penumbra
I did not look upon her eyes (Though scarcely seen, with no surprise 'Mid many eyes a single look) Because they should not gaze rebuke At night, from stars in sky and brook

John Ireland - Spleen
Around were all the roses red The ivy all around was black Dear, so thou only move thine head Shall all mine old despairs awake! Too blue, too tender was the sky

John Ireland - Beckon to Me to Come
Beckon to me to come With handkerchief or hand Or finger mere or thumb; Let forecasts be but rough Parents more bleak than bland 'Twill be enough Maid mine