The Minstrel—Boy to the war is go… In the ranks of death you’ll find… His father’s sword he has girded o… And his wild harp slung behind him… “Land of song!” said the warrior—b…

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…

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…

Down in the valley come meet me to… And I’ll tell you your fortune tr… As ever 'twas told, by the new—moo… To a young maiden, shining as newl… But, for the world, let no one be…

WHILE gazing on the moon’s light… A moment from her smile I turn’d, To look at orbs that, more bright, In lone and distant glory burn’d. But too far

Yes, sad one of Sion, if closely… In shame and in sorrow, thy wither… If drinking deep, deep, of the sam… Could make us thy children, our pa… Like thee doth our nation lie conq…

Oh, where’s the slave so lowly, Condemn’d to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine beneath them slowly?

Come riddle—me—ree, come riddle—me… And tell me, what my name may be. I am nearly one hundred and thirty… And therefore no chicken, as you m… Though a dwarf in my youth (as my…

Oh! think not my spirits are alway… And as free from a pang as they se… Nor expect that the heart—beaming… Will return with to—morrow to brig… No: —life is a waste of wearisome…

If thou’lt be mine, the treasures… Of earth, and sea, shall lie at th… Whatever in Fancy’s eye looks fai… Or in Hope’s sweet music sounds m… Shall be ours —if thou wilt be min…

The dream of those days when first… Thy triumph hath stain’d the charm… And even the light which Hope onc… Alas, not a gleam to grace thy fre… Say, is it that slavery sunk so de…

How dear to me the hour when dayli… And sunbeams melt along the silent… For then sweet dreams of other day… And memory breathes her vesper sig… And, as I watch the line of light…

Remember the glories of Brien the… Though the days of the hero are o’… Though lost to Mononia and cold t… He returns to Kinkora no more. That star of the field, which so o…

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…