Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: The Green o’ the Spring CURE, afther all the winther, An’ afther all the snow, ‘T is fine to see the sunshine, ’T is fine to feel its glow; ’T is fine to see the buds break On boughs that bare have been ? But best of all to Irish eyes ’T is grand to see the green! Sure, afther all the winther, An’ afther all the snow, ‘T is fine to hear the brooks sing As on their way they go; ’T is fine to hear at mornin’ The voice of robineen, But best of all to Irish eyes ‘T is grand to see the green! Sure, here in grim New England The spring is always slow, An’ every bit o’ green grass Is kilt wid frost and snow; Ah, many a heart is weary The winther days, I ween But oh, the joy when springtime comes An’ brings the blessed green! St. Patrick’s Day Memories TIJERE in the strangers’ city The winds blow bitter and keen, But over the sea in Ireland now I know that the fields are green; I know that the fields are green, and the snow From the hills has melted away, And the blackbird sings, an’ the shamrock springs, On dear St. Patrick’s Day! I know that the bells are ringing From many a belfry quaint, In many a chapel the sagart tells The glory of Ireland’s saint; From many a cabin lowly and poor, From many a mansion gay, The strains arise to the list'ning skies Of sweet St. Patrick’s Day. I know that the boys are gathered Outside on the village green, Where many a feat of stalwart strength Enlivens the sun-lit scene; And who would be blaming an Irish youth For letting his glances stray To the cailins dressed in their Sunday best On dear St. Patrick’s Day! Here in the strangers’ city Are fortune and fame galore, The poor man’s son may win if he will A measure of golden store; But ev…