Let Erin remember the days of old… Ere her faithless sons betray’d he… When Malachi wore the collar of g… Which he won from her proud invade… When her kings, with standard of g…

'Twas a new feeling —something mor… Than we had dared to own before, Which then we hid not; We saw it in each other’s eye, And wished, in every half—breathed…

By the hope within us springing, Herald of to—morrow’s strife; By that sun, whose light is bringi… Chains or freedom, death or life — Oh! remember life can be

“What! still those two infernal qu… That with our meals our slumbers m… That spoil our tempers and digesti… Eternal Corn and Catholics! Gods! were there ever two such bor…

How oft has the Benshee cried, How oft has death untied Bright links that Glory wove, Sweet bonds entwined by Love. Peace to each manly soul that slee…

Oh, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we… From your cold gleaming eyes, thou… Why leave you thus your graves, In far off fields and waves, Where the worm and the sea—bird on…

The wine—cup is circling in Almhi… And its Chief, 'mid his heroes re… Looks up, with a sigh to the troph… Where his sword hangs idly shining… When, hark, that shout

'Twas when the world was in its pr… When the fresh stars had just begu… Their race of glory and young Tim… Told his first birth—days by the s… When in the light of Nature’s daw…

When through life unblest we rove, Losing all that made life dear, Should some notes we used to love, In days of boyhood, meet our ear, Oh! how welcome breathes the strai…

Oh for the swords of former time! Oh for the men who bore them, When, arm’d for Right, they stood… And tyrants crouch’d before them: When free yet, ere courts began

Remember thee! yes, while there’s… It shall never forget thee, all lo… More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom… Than the rest of the world in thei… Wert thou all that I wish thee, g…

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…

I wish I was by that dim Lake, Where sinful souls their farewell… Of this vain world, and half—way l… In death’s cold shadow, ere they d… There, there, far from thee,

Sing, sweet Harp, oh sing to me Some song of ancient days, Whose sounds, in this sad memory, Long—buried dreams shall raise; — Some lay that tells of vanish’d fa…