Composed by Dion Boucicault & E.H. House. Portraits, Dwellings, Fences, Country life, Patriotism, Ireland, Symbols, Campaigns & battles, Immigrants. Lester S. Levy Collection. 4 pages. Published by Johns Hopkins University Sheridan Libraries (LV.3901). - - - Johns Hopkins University Sheridan Libraries

Piano and voice - Digital Download

SKU: LV.17356

Composed by T. Cooke. Ireland, Patriotism, Pride, Peace, Immigrants. Lester S. Levy Collection. 2 pages. Published by Johns Hopkins University Sheridan Libraries (LV.17356).

Dear Erin, or, Cushlamachree. Composed by T. Cooke. Published [n.d.] by Carr's Music Store in Baltimore. Composition of strophic with chorus with piano and voice instrumentation. Subject headings for this piece include Ireland, Patriotism, Pride, Peace, Immigrants. First line reads Dear Erin how sweetly thy green bosom rises an Emerald set in the ring of the Sea..

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Piano,Vocal,Voice - Level 3 - Digital Download

SKU: A0.1462640

Composed by Irish Traditional. Arranged by Konrad Harley. Celtic,Irish. Score. 4 pages. Konrad Harley #1041399. Published by Konrad Harley (A0.1462640).

Based on a traditional Irish air from The Minstrelsy of Ireland, ed. Alfred Moffat (London: Augener & Co., 1897), p. 170. Arranged by Konrad Harley (1986-), 2024.

Lyrics: 
Oh! amber-hair'd Nora, 
That thy fair head could rest
On the arm that would shelter
Or circle thy breast:
Thou hast stol'n all my brain, love,
And then left me lone--
Though I'd cross o'er the main, love,
To call thee my own.

My fair one is dwelling 
By Moy's lovely vale,
Her rich locks of amber 
Have left my cheek pale;
May the king of the Sabbath
Yet grant me to see
My herds in the green lanes
Of fair Baileath-Buidhe!