My banks are all furnished with ra… So thick, even Freddy can’t thin… I’ve torn up my old money—bags, Having little or nought to put in… My tradesman are smashing by dozen…

Shall the Harp then be silent, wh… To our country a name, is withdraw… Shall a Minstrel of Erin stand mu… Where the first —where the last of… No —faint though the death—song ma…

She is far from the land where her… And lovers are round her, sighing; But coldly she turns from their ga… For her heart in his grave is lyin… She sings the wild song of her dea…

Oh! breathe not his name, let it s… Where cold and unhonour’d his reli… Sad, silent, and dark, be the tear… As the night—dew that falls on the… But the night—dew that falls, thou…

Through Erin’s Isle To sport awhile As Love and Valour wander’d, With Wit, the sprite, Whose quiver bright

Weep on, weep on, your hour is pas… Your dreams of pride are o’er; The fatal chain is round you cast, And you are men no more. In vain the hero’s heart hath bled…

When he, who adores thee, has left… Of his fault and his sorrows behin… Oh! say wilt thou weep, when they… Of a life that for thee was resign… Yes, weep, and however my foes may…

Like the bright lamp, that shone i… And burn’d through long ages of da… Is the heart that sorrows have fro… Whose spirit outlives them, unfadi… Erin, oh Erin, thus bright throug…

“On! haste, and leave this sacred… Unholy bark, ere morning smile; For on thy deck, though dark it be… A female form I see; And I have sworn this sainted sod

Sublime was the warning that liber… And grand was the moment when Spa… Into life and revenge from the con… Oh, Liberty! let not this spirit… Till it move, like a breeze, o’er…

You remember Ellen, our hamlet’s… How meekly she bless’d her humble… When the stranger, William, had m… And love was the light of their lo… Together they toil’d through winds…

When first I met thee, warm and y… There shone such truth about thee, And on thy lip such promise hung, I did not dare to doubt thee. I saw thee change, yet still relie…

Dear Goddess of Corn, whom the an… (Among other odd whims of those co… Adorn’d with somniferous poppies,… Thou wert always a true Country—g… Behold in his best, shooting—jacke…

Though humble the banquet to which… Thou’lt find there the best a poor… Eyes, beaming with welcome, shall… And Love serve the feast with his… And though Fortune may seem to ha…

Nay, tell me not, dear, that the g… One charm of feeling, one fond reg… Believe me, a few of thy angry fro… Are all I’ve sunk in its bright w… Ne’er hath a beam