Ileen Oge.Wan was her cheek which hung on my shoulder, / Damp was her hand, no marbel was colder, / I felt that I never again should behold her, / Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge. Gem. 21.
W. Clerk, lith, 202 High Holborn.
Published by T. Paine, Bride Lane, Fleet St. [n.d., c.1840.]
Lithograph. Sheet 260 x 210mm (10¼ x 8¼").
An Irish soldier takes his leave of his love, Ileen Oge, to fight overseas. Having saved his pay for their reunion, he returns to find her dead. An illustration of a ballad.
[Ref: 49491] £130.00
Published by T. Paine, Bride Lane, Fleet St. [n.d., c.1840.]
Lithograph. Sheet 260 x 210mm (10¼ x 8¼").
An Irish soldier takes his leave of his love, Ileen Oge, to fight overseas. Having saved his pay for their reunion, he returns to find her dead. An illustration of a ballad.
[Ref: 49491] £130.00