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Colleen Machree Verse: Acushla dear, oh can’t you hear the sound of fife and drum? The parting hour has come, your Irish heart is numb
The brave dragoons sing warlike tunes and I must march away, Your minstrel boy is ready for the fray. When cannons scream shure I’ll just dream of Irish eyes of blue, Their lovelight, dear, will guide me back to you. Refrain: Colleen Machree, I hate to leave you, say goodbye to your bold gossoon, You know that I would never grieve you, acushla, hear the piper’s tune, When shot and shell are flying round, dear, ‘twill never harm the likes of me, Arrah, divil a bullet will I mind, because I leave my heart behind with you, Colleen Machree. Verse: Acushla dear, don’t ever fear, I’ll hear the bugle call, But faith, if I should fall, shure, I won’t run at all, And if the nurse tells me I’m worse and holds my hand for a while, I’ll close my eyes and think it’s you and smile. I’ll always save the love you gave tho’ far across the sea, Save all your kisses and
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 13, Folder 4
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_102
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
The brave dragoons sing warlike tunes and I must march away, Your minstrel boy is ready for the fray. When cannons scream shure I’ll just dream of Irish eyes of blue, Their lovelight, dear, will guide me back to you. Refrain: Colleen Machree, I hate to leave you, say goodbye to your bold gossoon, You know that I would never grieve you, acushla, hear the piper’s tune, When shot and shell are flying round, dear, ‘twill never harm the likes of me, Arrah, divil a bullet will I mind, because I leave my heart behind with you, Colleen Machree. Verse: Acushla dear, don’t ever fear, I’ll hear the bugle call, But faith, if I should fall, shure, I won’t run at all, And if the nurse tells me I’m worse and holds my hand for a while, I’ll close my eyes and think it’s you and smile. I’ll always save the love you gave tho’ far across the sea, Save all your kisses and
Colleen Machree Verse: Acushla dear, oh can’t you hear the sound of fife and drum? The parting hour has come, your Irish heart is numb
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 13, Folder 4
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_102
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
The brave dragoons sing warlike tunes and I must march away, Your minstrel boy is ready for the fray. When cannons scream shure I’ll just dream of Irish eyes of blue, Their lovelight, dear, will guide me back to you. Refrain: Colleen Machree, I hate to leave you, say goodbye to your bold gossoon, You know that I would never grieve you, acushla, hear the piper’s tune, When shot and shell are flying round, dear, ‘twill never harm the likes of me, Arrah, divil a bullet will I mind, because I leave my heart behind with you, Colleen Machree. Verse: Acushla dear, don’t ever fear, I’ll hear the bugle call, But faith, if I should fall, shure, I won’t run at all, And if the nurse tells me I’m worse and holds my hand for a while, I’ll close my eyes and think it’s you and smile. I’ll always save the love you gave tho’ far across the sea, Save all your kisses and
Colleen Machree Verse: Acushla dear, oh can’t you hear the sound of fife and drum? The parting hour has come, your Irish heart is numb
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 13, Folder 4
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_102
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986