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A bard there was in a sad quandary
A bailiff once, a sentimental man
A boy, as nursery records tell
A certain Viceroy in the Emerald Isle
A Chancellor who in every case
A chap once told St. Patrick's dean
A country schoolmaster named Jonas Bell
A crown of glory bright
A cunning wit, but graceless sinner
A few years since, at some provincial college
A friend of mine was married to a scold
A governess wanted—well fitted to All
A horse-dealer, famed for nags with long tails
A humble votary of the tuneful nine
A maiden walked at eventide
A man whose name was Johnny Sands
A member of the modern great
A poor simple foreigner, not long ago
A pretty Irish boy whose parents went
A sacred grief sublime and bright
A shadow moving by one's side
A soldier, a soldier, a soldier for me
A supercilious nabob of the East
A wealthy gentleman in Hertfordshire
Above—below—where'er I gaze
Accursed be the hour I ventured to roam
Adieu, my native land, adieu!
After the sleep of night as some still lake
Ah! bury me deep in the boundless sea
Ah! cruel death that dost no good
Ah! there it falls and now 'tis dead
Ah! would I were in Araby
Alas! the days of chivalry are fled
All quiet along the Potomac they say
Alone, I am in this sequestered spot not overheard
An Austrian army awfully arrayed
An Irishman fishing one day in the Liffey
An Irishman travelling, though not for delight
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