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 1 SELECTION 
 
 OF 
 
 MOORE'S MELODIES, 
 
 Translated into tlie Irish. Language 
 
 BY 
 
 / 
 
 THE MOST EEVEREM) JOHN MacHALE, 
 
 AKCHBISHOP OF TUAM. 
 
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INDEX. 
 
 Note by Archbishop Mactlale 7 
 
 Moore's Letters 7 
 
 Preface . 10 
 
 2t3e<\bfiui5i6 c<v|CHéiTT) Í)tv|<vit), le'n 5T)ivc<vc bu<vib (" Re- 
 member the Glories of Brian the Brave.") ... 12 
 6i,tv|T), cu beÓTia 'sur TN)Í5e<vb<v bo fu^l ("Erin the Tear 
 
 and the Smile in thine Eye. 1 ') ... .14 
 
 rJ& cÓ5<v|voi6e <vtt)&it) <vit)tt), <vcc co6l<x6 ré f<voi T*5&g 
 
 ( u Oh Breathe not his Name.") . . . 14 
 
 CfiA bo't) ré c& buic c<vb'Tic<v r)<vc Tt)-béi6 '5<v lu<v6 
 
 (" When he who Adores Thee.") . . .16 
 
 &T) Cftuic bo reap cnf c<vll<v|b 't) 7XÍ5 ( u The Harp that 
 
 once thro' Tara's Halls.") . . . .16 
 
 N& TÍI 3 U T* rioi^-^Tib) <vsur <\.eu<vc tt)0 cTioibe ("Oh! 
 
 think not my spirits are always as light.") . . 18 
 
 5]b ro tr/ att)<v|ic béi5Íor)okc <viu '6i,riiT) <^ c<vo] b 
 
 (" Though the last glimpse ot Erin.") . 20 
 
 X)ub lú<vcrt)<vn, ce<v|xc, reóibe T)<v r)-oi5-ri)T)<v T^ITr)' 
 
 ("Rich and Rare were the Gems she Wore.") . . 20 
 20<vti 5<vc roilre<vc 5riéine <virt \\v> bub 't)<v luibe (" As a 
 
 Beam o'er the face of the Waters may Glow.") . 22 
 
 W\ b--puil <vr)r)r<v 5-cjxu"|T)e <von ctiTn<vri, r)o .^le-cvrj ("There 
 
 is not in this Wide World a Valley so Sweet.") . . 24 
 N <\OTt) Ser)*vr) <v5ur <vt) be<vT)-cu<v.nc<v (" St. Senanus and the 
 
 Lady," 24 
 
 rl<vc <voibir) uaiti <M5 cort)<vb 5Tiéi,T)e <xT)f <vt) b-fn&iá 
 
 (" How aear to me the Hour,") . . .26 
 
 H-|le<vb <vT)fíilib ("The Bard's Legacy,") . . 28 
 
 N<vc tt)it)ic bo 5U1I at) be<vr)-rf5e (" How oft has the 
 
 Beanshee cried,") . . . . .30 
 
 01 <vr <vt) 5-cUAC to (" Drink of this Cup,") . 32 
 
 &in Tt)' ucc ?éiT) 5I01C ru<vi) (" Oome, rest on this Bosom,") 34 
 Sub <viti T/lub-a.1 cTifb <vt) 5-c]xuir)e (" We may Roam thro' 
 
 this World,") . . . . . . 36 
 
 t)f6e<vb cu-|TT)ne A13 éiTiiT) <vjti t)<v lAeqb bo bf ("Let 
 
 Erin Remember the Days of Old,") . . 38 
 
 D1be<vb tu<vt) otic, fntic, SáMoiUe ("Silent O Moyle,") . 40 
 2t)<vn at) T)<voTi)-ceif)e l<vrc<v <v 3-Cill-b<vn<v 1<v|5<vt) 
 
 (" Like the Bright Lamp that Shone,") ... 40 
 
VI 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 C& |iór béi5iot)<vc oil) c-r<vTt)|t<vi6 (" 'Tis the Last Rose of 
 
 Summer,") ..... 
 
 5fxi<vT) b<5c eiblft) (''Eveleen's Bower,") 
 Ó'éif ^<v6-riúb^l cn-í r<K>5<vl CTiu<v]b c<uí) (" When thro 
 
 Lite Unblest we Rove,") .... 
 
 W& CÓ15 ^ti <vn b-f^le ("Oh! Blame not the Bard,") 
 D\\nb é -ai) f:u<\.5|i<v6 (" Sublime was the Warning,") 
 S,5&l<v IfoT) bo't) Tt)T)<vo-( (" Drink to Her,") 
 Vo^x) <vt) co5<v6 (" Before the Battle,") 
 Cuic Am <vi) 7t)-bu<v6<\|i5 rl^") T)<x l)-oi6ce («* Night 
 
 closed around the Conqueror's Way,") 
 5-)6 'r cnoTT) rl&n) <vji Tt)-bu<v6<vTic<i ("Tho' Dark are our 
 
 Sorrows,") ..... 
 
 Y\\ leir i)<v beo><vib, bo nlce<vTt r<v cri*v ("It is not tl 
 
 Tear_at this moment Shed,") .... 
 & i)-5le<vt) <vt) bub-loc<v 'r le i)-* c<vob (" By that Lake 
 
 whose Gloomy Shore,") 
 5uili6, 5U1I16 (" Weep on! Weep on!") 
 Sii)noTi«_ce at) cUitit-15 £' The Origin of the Harp,") 
 Citic lívn lor>ri<xc 'eirxeAT) ("Avenging and Bright,") 
 Civ <vt) r<\05<vl ro léiri-TT)e<vr5c<v (" This Life is all 
 
 chequered,") 
 
 Cnib' ]t) ]V T^l (" Thro' Innisfail "— " The Shamrock,"') 
 
 'O5-U0C t)<v txoit) (" The Minstrel Boy,") 
 
 ?U>n CUAC05 <vti)&ii) <M5 <M) bon<vr (" One Bumper at Part 
 
 ing,") 
 
 20 rUu) lib ; «cc cfiiv be^O (" Farewell; but whenever,' 1 
 
 aciiiTt)T)e le<vc eiblfi), reob 'r r5<v]c oi5e( u YouRe 
 
 member Ellen,") ..... w 
 
 Do 3Uilr:iT) tt)uit)15it) Tf)e<xllc<xc ("I'd Mourn the Hopes 
 
 that Leave me,") ..... 
 
 0' <voibin <vt) 5le<vT), bf tiótt)<vtt) rfnce (" The Valley lay 
 
 Smiling before me,") ..... 
 
 t)-puil 6'05-Uece reuT)Tt)<vri' J? <xoi lioi)-bub (" Has Sorrow 
 
 thy Young Days Shaded,") .... 
 Klf Ti<xib co t:<vilce<vTT)<vil ("No, not more Welcome,")' 
 *15 cú r <^n 5-c<^lbrieAb (" When First I met Thee,") . 
 Co £<vb <v'r bf ceolTt<Mb (" While History's Muse,") . 
 Cníb' briÓT) '5Uf CTifb 5ivb<vó (' Thro' Grief and thro 
 
 Danger,") .... 
 
 Jr F<vb ft o'n 3-cnic (" She is far from the Land,") * . 
 C<v b-puil <vt) cti^iI ir civiTie ("Where's the Slave so 
 
 lowly,") 
 
 C«x eului3ce 50 bed" u<mt) <vt) Ioctkvt) bf <v r5<v|t<ib (" 'Tis 
 
 Gone and Forever,") ..... 
 
 &T) cu<xc Tt)<xTt 'T coiTi ru<vr Mot) ("Fill the' Bumper Fair,") 
 CTiuic_<XT)r<v tt)0 cfrie (" Dear Harp of my Country,") 
 Oo cot)*ijic <v-|ft TT)<MbiT) (" I saw from the Beach,") . 
 0| cfnce 51b f«v5c<v c^fi (" Remember thee! yes,") 
 
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PREFACE TO THE NEW EDITION 
 
 OF 
 
 MOORE'S MELODIES IN ENGLISH AND IRISH, ACCOMPANIED 
 WITH COPIES OF THE LETTERS HE WROTE TO ARCH- 
 BISHOP MaoHALE ON THE SUBJECT OF HIS IRISH TRANS- 
 LATION. 
 
 NOTE BY ARCHBISHOP MacHALE. 
 
 Having published at intervals several of Moore's Melodies trans- 
 lated into Irish, I now give an edition of them, accompanied, for the 
 most part, by the original English, in juxtaposition. This is an ad- 
 vantage of which the want has been much felt in the preceding edi- 
 tions. Aware of the more extensive circulation which an edition in 
 both languages could not fail to command, I sought from the firm 
 of Longman, in London, a relaxation of their copyright of the English 
 in favor of a project which I considered would not injuriously inter- 
 fere with their commercial interests. In this expectation, however, I 
 was disappointed, although Moore himself had the kindness to inter- 
 fere, as may be seen by the annexed correspondence on the subject 
 of the Irish Melodies, now after several years published for the first 
 time. 
 
 Time, however, the great arbiter of conflicting interests more im- 
 portant than those literary publications, has at length settled the 
 question, and, by the expiration of the exclusive copyright, has re- 
 leased the earlier and almost the entire of those national productions. 
 The present issue contains above eighty of those inimitable songs, 
 comprising all of the ten numbers, which, for their national tone, I 
 deemed most deserving of an Irish translation. Of the later numbers, 
 there are a few as yet without the English accompaniment. But, 
 during the few unexpired years of their copyright, the reader can 
 easily supply the blanks from the many cheap editions of the Melo- 
 dies now in circulation. 
 
 MOORE'S LETTERS. 
 
 SiiOPEKTON, December 10th, 1841. 
 My Dear Lord,— On my return, but a few days since, to Sloper- 
 ton, I found a heap of letters awaiting me, many of which being " de 
 omnibus rebus et quibusdam aliis," I thought might safely be left a 
 few days without answers, and among these (from my not immedia- 
 tely making out the signature) was unfortunately your Lordship's. 
 
By the greatest good luck I happened, but a few minutes since, to 
 open this packet, and lose not a moment in acquainting you with the 
 cause of a delay which must have appeared to you so uncourt. j ous 
 and so unaccountable. As the post hour presses upon me, I have 
 time at this moment for no more than to thank you most cordially 
 for your kind and flattering communication, and to subscribe myself, 
 Your Lordship's obliged servant, 
 
 m Tj- r, ^ ,„ ~ T THOMAS MOORE. 
 
 To Ili8 Grace the Most Rev. John MacHale, 
 Archbishop of Tuam, Tuam, Ireland. 
 
 Bowood, December, 1841. 
 
 My Dear Lord,— I trust that ere this you have received my letter 
 accounting for the loDg delay of my answer to your very gratifying 
 announcement. That these songs of mine should be translated into 
 what I may call their native language, is in itself a great gratifica- 
 tion and iriumph to me; but, that such a tribute should come from 
 the pen of your Grace, consideiably adds to the pride and pleasure 
 1 feel in it. 
 
 I need hardly say that any assistance I can lend, by making in- 
 quiries of publishers, or otherwise facilitating jour task, shall be 
 most heartily at your Grace's command. 
 
 I am most truly your Grace's faithful servant, 
 m „. „ , „ • THOMAS MOORE. 
 
 To His Grace the Most Rev. John MacHale, 
 
 Archbishop of Tuam, Tuam, Ireland. 
 
 Bowood, January, 1842. 
 
 My Dear Lord,— Almost ever since I received your last letter, I 
 have been in expectation of being called to town for the purpose of 
 pursuing my labors at the State Paper Office, which will now be a 
 long and frequent task of mine, as I have re-embarked, after a long 
 interruption, in my Irish History. It was my intention, had I gone 
 to town to make such inquiries on the subject of your translation, as 
 would be more satisfactory than any I can procure through the 
 medium of letters. I know nothing of the state of the property of the 
 work in Dublin, but in London it is in the hands of the widow of the 
 late James Power, from whom the Longmans derive the power of 
 publishing it. To her, therefore, any application must be made to 
 authorize the use of either the words or the music for publication in 
 Jr-^ii.. ' r should be most sorry, I assure you, if by any of those 
 dimculties my work were to lose the high honor you intended it by 
 giving your translation to the world. 
 
 .. , Tn ® letter in the newspaper which you were so kind as to send me, 
 aid not want any additional interest to its own power of language 
 and thought; but, if it did, the sight of my own poetrv (in what 
 might be almost called its natural language) enshrined thus in the 
 midst of your prose, would most abundantly afford it. 
 
 1 am, my dear Lord, your Grace's very humble servant, 
 _ ar „ THOMAS MOORE. 
 
 lo the Most Rev. John MacHale, Archbishop of Tuam, 
 Tuam, Ireland. 
 
 Slopeeton, April 30th, 1842. 
 
 My Dear Lord,— I feel really ashamed of myself for having so 
 
 *£<-• dela yed my acknowledgment of your great kindness ; but, in 
 
 anamon to the usual pressure of business, I have been, lately, much 
 
 and painfully occupied by the state of health in which my younger 
 
boy has returned from India. He is now, thank God, doing better 
 but we are still not free from alarm about him. 
 
 Your Irish (truly Irish) Melodies are a shame and a reproach to 
 me, and I would willingly give up much of what I know of other lan- 
 guages to have been Irishman enough to accomplish such a work 
 Yours, in great haste, but most truly, 
 
 , , THOMAS MOORE. 
 
 To His Grace the Most Rev. Doctor MacHale, 
 Archbishop of Tuam, Tuam, Ireland. 
 
 December 26th, 1845. 
 My Dear Lord,— I was. for two reasons, pleased and proud to hear 
 from you. In the first place, to find myself kindly remembered by 
 you, could not be otherwise than a pride and a pleasure to me, and in 
 the next, the sight of another number of the Melodies relieved me 
 from a fear which I was beginning to give way to, that you had not 
 met with sufficient sympathy in your national work to induce you to 
 continue it. This would, indeed, have been a pity and a shame, and I 
 hail your new number as a proof that I was mistaken. 
 
 I find you have been able to make the metre of the Irish words ex- 
 actly suit the airs, which must have been no easy achievement I 
 have a Latin translation of the Melodies, but of course no such tour 
 deforce is attempted in it. 
 Believe me, your Lordship's very sincere and obliged servant, 
 
 THOMAS MOORE. 
 To the Most Rev. Dr. MacHale, Archbishop of Tuam, 
 Tuam, Ireland. 
 
PREFACE TO TEE EARLIER EDITIONS 
 
 OF 
 
 THE IKISH TRANSLATION OF MOORE'S MELODIES. 
 
 The powerful influence of music and poetry on the feelings and 
 habits of every people, is too well attested by experience to require 
 an elaborate illustration. Of our incontrovertible claims to a refined 
 and cultivated music, and to the high intellectual tone of which it is 
 at once the index and the offspring, the few following specimens from 
 the now classical melodies of our country furnish abundant evidence. 
 If further proofs were wanting, they may be found in the published 
 Minstrelsy of Mr. Hardiman, or the many popular songs in the posses- 
 sion of Mr. Bunting, to whom every Irishman owes lasting obligations 
 for the patriotic devotion with which they have successfully labored 
 to rescue from oblivion some of the most valuable relics of our an- 
 cient poetry and music. That the specimens of poetry that are left 
 us did not always correspond with the beauty of the melody that 
 breathes through them, cannot surprise any reader familiar with the 
 reeords of that ruthless spirit which, equally jealous of both, strove 
 to involve them in the same common destruction. Against the 
 growth and perfection of our poetry and literature, it was, ajas ! as 
 they were placed within its reach, but too successful, and hence they 
 were so impaired by repeated aggression as to be almost extin- 
 guished: whilst our music, like the morning bird, so emblematic of 
 its sweetness and its freedom, sought safety in higher regions from 
 the shafts of its pursuers ; and whether it lighted on the valleys, or 
 poured its wild melodies along the summits of our mountains, it al- 
 ways possessed the magic power of charming the wounds which 
 were inflicted by the persecutions of the stranger. 
 
 Yet it is not from the poetical compositions of our native bards 
 that our melodies sustained most injury. Though the dress in which 
 they clothed their thoughts was simple, it was in general natural and 
 graceful ; and in our popular songs, in the native dialect, passages 
 might be point( d out to the classic reader not unworthy of lyrical 
 poets of higher lame, so faithfully was the spirit of the ancient Muse 
 transmitted through the Irish language. It was only when our 
 music was forcibly united with the coarse and barbarous pedantry of 
 ignorant English songsters, that it suffered from the connection- 
 Under this yoke it continued to sink, and would probably have sunk 
 still more, until taste should have at last shrunk from the contact of 
 its acquaintance, had not a fond and master spirit seasonably inter- 
 posed to save it from the degrading association. To Moore our na- 
 
xi 
 
 tive music shall ever be indebted for clothing it in a manner befitting 
 its dignity and lineage, and throwing over it much of the rich 
 Oriental drapery with which a congenial fancy had so amply fur- 
 nished him. Thus attired, our melodies have been introduced into 
 the most fashionable musical salons of Europe,— nay sometimes 
 adorned in a foreign costume. But no sooner do they breathe and 
 g peak than they are at once revealed— the genuine daughters of the 
 land not less famed for song, than for the fidelity, heroism, and sanc- 
 tity of its children. To introduce those Melodies to my humbler 
 countrymen, robed in a manner worthy of their high origin, has 
 been my object in the following translation. The banishing of those 
 gross compositions with which our musical airs were oftentimes de- 
 filed will be doing a service to the taste and morality of the people : 
 how much more so, when for them will be substituted those pure and 
 lofty sentiments of patriotism and virtue, which those selections of 
 the Irish Melodies so abundantly supply. The genius of Moore must 
 ever command admiration. Its devotion to the vindication of the 
 ancient faith of Ireland and the character of its injured people, must 
 inspire every Irishman with still more estimable feelings. Seated 
 amidst the tuneful followers of Apollo, he essayed the instrument of 
 every Muse, and became master of them all. Sighing at length for 
 some higher and holier source of poetical feeling, he turns to the 
 East, and listens with rapture to its prophetic melodies; subdued by 
 the strain, he lets fall the lyre, seizes the harp of Sion and of Erin,— at 
 once the emblem of piety and patriotism, and gives its boldest and 
 most solemn chords to his own impassioned inspirations of country 
 and of religion. 
 
12 &to&jN &J1? ejpjNKi. 
 
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 Tot)i)— 9l)<\]\ie 1<1] 1)-?Upii). 
 
 5^6 cilice bo 'i) 2Dúri)<vo é <v5Uf ríoce Y<U) u<v]Tp, 
 'S t)<vc b--pillpi6 50 C]oiycoi\-\x<\]6 <v coi6' : 
 
 &i) fieulc úb t)<v -p^c' rc<vp rolur i)<vc fi-c^b f<u)í) 
 ^1|x <v 5-c-cvc, c*v <vi)oif b<v|éce p<v ceó; 
 
 ?Vcc c*v leótv-|iuii) bV lócri<vo <M5 l<xr<^ <MT* 3^ l* 1 )*), 
 Le i)-<vjt b-cjieó|xÚ5<x6 curt) cfieife <vi)i) 5<vc 5leó. 
 
 n. 
 
 ft 2ÓttTt)<vi7), 't)tt<v|fi bo b|u>T)<v6 efic le péile i)e<ut)-5<x.t)i) 
 
 5ac Tt)^-|r«, 5<vc *v|lle, ^ttf 3<vc reui), 
 &fi t<xoile<v6 3° t)-pui5FlS e <vi|\ fl^<vb 1)0 ot' t) 5le<vi)i) 
 
 I0T15 fU<vÚTT)<v|i oiTic po-|TVf)e<vficrT)<\.iri 6e-|0: — 
 t)]6e<x6, <vj5 <vT)locl<xT)-ftc t*e<xr)<vT qcr)e, píofi, 
 
 5o b-CTioibf:ed.TT)uib p<x f<xoiTVfe 50 cfieui), 
 'S 5itjv f eív^T^ <*• t>e-|c bli<xb<ví)c<v p<voi cjte<vcb<v, le be]ó t^oti, 
 
 'N& c&ri) u<vi|ié <v "rl<vbfi<v|bib f<voi leui). 
 
 m. 
 
 M<v be<v|XTT)<vb<vi6 t)<v có-l<v.oc]x<\. bflire, cu.5 cojl 
 
 í)eic p<xfctti5ce 50 c<vItí)<vc 'f^ ^) _ 5^o ; 
 5^6 bib c<vot)<vc <!iT) 3le<vT)t)<x be<vji3 lé i)-<v b-puil, 
 
 "Nfofi ce-|ce<vb<iTx, <vcc cuice<vb<v|t b' e-|r clóc. 
 &i) 3niH ■* s& b'^T* 1*01 Iri 1*5*8, ^ cot)<v-)]ic ]<vb 't)<v luioe 
 
 &\\i b&ir)fe<vc<v|b OrT* u 1 fee F* 1 ^T 1 » 
 "Nív bibe<vb frt)úib -a^-fi, t)ív bfi<vc-bfi<5iT) <xt)occ <v(3 btf 
 
 V'<\ 5U|i cu-|ce<vb<vft 5<vr) cúiqÚ5<\b ^at) *vji. 
 
I&ISH MELODIES. 18 
 
 REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIAN, THE BRAVE. 
 Aie — Molly MacAlpin. 
 
 Remember the glories of Brian the brave, 
 
 Tho' the days of the hero are o'er; 
 Tho', lost to Mononia, and cold in the grave, 
 
 He returns to Kinkora no more. 
 The star of the field, which so often nath pour'd 
 
 Its beam o'er the battle, is set; 
 But enough of its glory remains on each sword 
 
 To light us to victory yet. 
 
 Mononia! when Nature embellish'd the tint 
 
 Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair, 
 Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print 
 
 The footstep of slavery there? 
 No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, 
 
 Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, 
 That 't is sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, 
 
 Than to sleep but a moment in chains. 
 
 m. 
 
 Forget not our wounded companions, who stood 
 
 In the day of distress by our side; 
 While the moss of the valley grew red with their blood, 
 
 They stirr'd not, but conquer'd and died. 
 That sun which now blesses our arms with his light 
 
 Saw them fall upon Ossory's plain ; 
 Oh! let him not blush, when he leaves us to-night, 
 
 To find that they tell there in vain. 
 
Tor)X)— Gilfi) 01 PÚ10. 
 
 I. 
 
 6itx-|T), cfc. beóft<v '5U7* r")l"e<\6<3i bo fúl 
 
 20<vfi <vt) bós-x-vL]Y5e c\xrt)t<\ji <vf rt}e<x]*5<\6 i)<x i)-óul 
 
 Lot)T)|i<vc CTI1 c&ire beóji, 
 
 X)fiót)<xc Iívti n<n)r' 5° leófx, 
 
 C«v bo 5|ii ai)c<v ^ búb<vi) n)ófi 
 
 II. 
 
 Clfxit), T)1 qo|tn ; óc<v7i bo ciúi)-be<5ji 30 beó ; 
 
 ^IM^), t)Í bu<vT) be^be^r bo l<v3-3&ifie beo: 
 5o fK^b 5<vc b<vc f a fiéiTi, 
 ?Vt)-<voinfe<vcc lé cu|i 50 léifi, 
 'S <vi5 bé<xT)<vb Tt)<vji CUA5 t)<v rpé^fv 
 ttÓ5* rí°cc«vi 5<xc cjiívc. 
 
 TFot)1)— ?tl) C<vilft) O0t)T). 
 
 I. 
 
 Ma có5<vtx<vibe <xri)*v|i) <*it)tt), <xcc cobl<vb fé ^<voi T3^c 
 
 'S <u) 3-CTvé 'fUAjiv 'i) <vji cuifie<xb é 50 l)-u<v|5i)eoic ai)í) <v 
 
 blívc: 
 ^3 U T c 1 tt 5> cu-jTire^c, cfiOTT) b^beivb beófi<v <vji fúl, 
 20<vti btvúcb i)<v l)-oibce cuice<vf <v]* i)éulc<v|b t)<v i)-búl. 
 
 n. 
 
 &i) bftttcb úfi, bo cu^re<vr 30 qui) <v3ttr 30 ft^M*» 
 Coi)5b^5e<iiíT) ré <vi) a^ri), <vt)i) <v 3-cobl<vt)i) r«> TÍ<>Ti-5W> 
 '5up T)<v beófi<\., bo T1^ce<vTi le u<vi3T)e<vf i)ot t)-o-|bce, 
 CttrijboÓAib fj<vb <v cútí)<v úji <vT)i) <x|\ 3-c|xo^be. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. . 15 
 
 ERIN! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES. 
 Air — Eilin a Run. 
 
 Erin ! the tear and the smile in thine eyes 
 Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies. 
 Shining through sorrow's stream, 
 Saddening through pleasure's gleam, 
 Thy suns, with doubtful beam, 
 Weep while they rise. 
 
 II. 
 
 Erin! thy silent tear never shall cease, 
 Erin! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase, 
 
 Till, like the rainbow's light, 
 
 Thy various tints unite, 
 
 And form in Heaven's sight 
 One arch of peace ! 
 
 • OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. 
 Air— The Brown Maid. 
 
 Oh ! breathe not his name, let it rest in the shade, 
 Where, cold and unhonor'd, his relics are laid ; 
 Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, 
 As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. 
 
 II. 
 
 But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, 
 Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he-sleeps; 
 And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls 
 Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. 
 
ci?& do'n ce ck óujc cftTOta, n&c 20-Dejb 'sa, 
 
 Luaó. 
 
 Cri<v bo'i) né c& 6uic c<vb'ric<v i)ac rt)-béib, '3<v lu<x6, 
 
 &cc <v lócc<\. '5x17- <vii)5<x|i jio jettTi 
 & i)-5ttllrm, criív béi6 ri<vb «t' bixbc<vi) 5l<u)-cú<x6 
 
 &t) ce, buic-re c«v ríi)ce yt<\o] <vtí b-t: euri ? 
 
 5ltll 'f Cl6 1f CTIOTT), tlélfl bo T)ATÍ)<Vlb bo 0&1T), 
 
 Dei6 <v T)-5Ujrce '3* T)i5e<i6 le bo beófi; 
 Om ir cwce, cfb boib-r<vt) biÓe<xr qoi)c<vc <vtt)&ii), 
 5o TiVb buic-re TT)é bflif 50 leóji. 
 
 II. 
 Dub oricr<v bf brtioT)5loibe 05' 6fl ttjo bfé, 
 
 'á bub otxc tt)' e^3i)<v A13 TT)eoTf)<vTi<v6 50 rfoji; 
 'S <xt) oric<v, <xf beirteT)<vi3e, |i<vcf:<vb fú<*T ó n)o Cfiofbe, 
 
 DéiÓ <v|i T)' <viT)TT)e '5-cótioi7)T) 30 ^íotv. 
 Y <u>ibiT) bó'i) c^i|ibe, f<vi)<vr boo <Mfi <v c-r<u>5<U, 
 
 'Feicni) Uece bo 510171' -jr vjóji c<x]l. 
 N<v 6éi5 rit) i)]'l be<vi)i)<vcc co 5<xji bó, <v i)-5<xol, 
 
 le bívr <Mn roi) b' «vnb-neitt)' b' f*£*jl. 
 :o: 
 
 aw cpujc, 00 scap tvj canajó 'N pjs. 
 
 ?ti) cfiuir, bo rc<xp c|ií c<vlWib* 'i) 7113 
 
 N<v 3<vece ceólc<v bit)!)', 
 C<v 'n b<UUi6 Ce<vTÍ)Ti<v Vir 't)T) <v luiÓe 
 
 5<vi) pe<vrir<vb ceo]l, t)o n-|T)i): 
 20<vtv r^b cVt) c-<vrt), cu<xi6 c<vfic, p<voi ceo, 
 
 £<v 'cívil,'r<vcl r útt<voi f«<vT); 
 Jr crioibce Y<u)cui3 n)olc<v ceó, 
 
 N 1 <HW5e<u)n !<vb 50 bu<vT). 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 17 
 
 WHEN HE WHO ADORES THEE. 
 
 Aib— " The Fox's Sleep. 11 
 
 I. 
 
 When he who adores thee has left but the name 
 
 Of his faults and his sorrows behind, 
 Oh! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame 
 
 Of a life that for thee was resign'd? 
 Yes, weep, and however my toes may condemn, 
 
 Thy tears shall efface their decree; 
 For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them, 
 
 I have been but too faithful to thee. 
 
 II. 
 
 With thee were the dreams of my earliest love; 
 
 Every thought of my reason was thine; 
 In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, 
 
 Thy name shall be mingled with mine. 
 Oh! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live 
 
 The days of thy glory to see: 
 But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give 
 
 Is the pride of thus dying for thee. 
 
 THE HARP THAT ONOE THROUGH TARA'S HALLS. 
 Air—" Molly Aslore." 
 
 The harp that once through Tara's halls 
 
 The soul of music shed, 
 Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls 
 
 As if that soul were fled. 
 So sleeps the pride of former days, 
 
 So glory's thrill is o'er, 
 And hearts that once beat high for praise 
 
 Now feel that pulse no more. 
 
is ai)PájN aji? ejpjtM 
 
 ii. 
 
 Nf clu^T)re<!i|t c|ittir t)<v Ce<ui)Ti<v cfieut) 
 2t)e<vr5 C7xuiT)i)iÚ5<v6 bat) t>o tvvoi,, 
 
 '01|i t;u<v5Ti<vt)t), í tíeic pe<vcc<v, f<vot), 
 Tu<viti) bivirce ceub r^ t)-oi6ce. 
 
 20<XTl T/Ú^ ^O'I) C-r<U)fl|NVCC, Y &T)<VTT) crifc. 
 
 & búf5Ó<vTi í 50 beó, 
 &cc 'i)tiA^i <v b|iifce<vTi cfioíbe '5 <v cti&6<í, 
 &15 f ll-T1^5^ í *>ei,c beó. 
 
 wa, sji sup sjoi2-a,i?o &5us aercac 20O cpojóe. 
 
 IPooo — Se<\-5<u) 0'12a5<xll<vi i 5 Clijce<vc. 
 
 Noi rfl S^T 1 TÍOT^-^T 1 ^ ^S^T e^T 1 ^ tt)o crioibe 
 No ó lií)bttb co T* V- *5 u r ci,bce<xri r<* en&; 
 
 No 50 b-^<vT)<vi6 -at) T/rt)13 1<*T«T ru<vric<vr t)a b 0]6ce 
 
 &1fi tt)0 le<vc<vib <vi7i tt)<xb^T) 3<vt) TTT)Uib <v|ti bic cjiívb. 
 
 Nfl <VT) fOl 'C-T;<V05<vl T/O <VCC f<VTNXC T)C<VTT)-C0T1TI<VC 
 
 N<vc b-i;eicce<Mi- <vcc <vt)<vtí) <xt) txóf <vi)T) t/<x c-rlfóe 
 
 'S <XT) l«VTT) -|r Tí)0 f <\T)Ctt15 <VT) bl<XC Cflfb <V 5-COTITKVC 
 
 Si, 'r lu<xi,ce 5uine<vr T)a beil.5 c<x t;<voi. 
 &cc cum c<vtic <vt) cu<vc 'f <xi,ti ?;e<xb ]*e<x.l' ru^lbiti bfb, 
 
 TT)í-<v6 <vti Ti)-be<vc<v beib cuTT)bÍ5ce 50 leóri 
 Le beófi qso HTO' be<\l?iuÍ5e<vf 5<vriboc<vT/ criofbe 
 
 ^5 u TT n )15 , 1 OTT )P u 15 e<v r eeA5-a.fi t)<x cTitt<v5<x cutt) beófi. 
 
 n. 
 
 )X cit)re 3ttTt borxcoi bei6e<vb e^e <vti Tt)-bfí5 
 
 3<xt) é bei,c t;i5ce le ru<vric<vr 'r le 5V-'o£ 
 '5uf b'-f <v5F<v|T) Tt)o be<vT)T)<vcc <vi5 <v c-f<vo5<vl t/o <x coibce 
 
 Ntt<vifi <v co^lf-aib T)<v reoba ub 'fS^I^ *Y * tT)-blívc. 
 Do'n cé bub t;e<vTiTi cutt)<u), ré bub boi^e beic Tt)e<vlcA. 
 
 &15 eu3c<voií) T)<v t)-<virIlT)5' bo bfieu5U]5 <v ófioibe. 
 'S <vt) cé bub n)ó tí)uit)ít) <vr TT)ttiT)CTxe<vT/ 't/ a 5e<vle<v 
 
 jf <xoibir) rt)<xTi c<\r;<vb bo, -pe<xU <v]ti <v fM5 e 
 
IRISH MELODIES. i£) 
 
 II. 
 
 No more to chiefs and ladies bright 
 
 The harp of Tara swells; 
 The chord alone, that breaks at night, 
 
 Its tale of ruin tells. 
 Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, 
 
 The only throb she gives 
 Is when some heart, indignant, breaks, 
 
 To show that still she lives. 
 
 OH! THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS LIGHT. 
 Air—" John O'Reilly the Active" 
 
 Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, 
 
 And as free from a pang as they seem to you now : 
 Nor expect that the heart-beaming smile of to-night 
 
 "Will return with to-morruw to brighten my brow. 
 No ; — life is a waste of wearisome hours, 
 
 Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns; 
 And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers 
 
 Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns. 
 But send round the bowl, and be happy awhile : — 
 
 May we never meet worse in our pilgrimage here, 
 Than the tear that enjoyment may gild with a smile, 
 
 And the smile that compassion can turn to a tearl 
 
 II. 
 
 The thread of our life would be dark, Heaven knows ! 
 
 If it were not with friendship and love intertwined ; 
 And I care not how soon I may sink to repose, 
 
 When these blessings shall cease to be dear to my mind. 
 But they who have lov'd the fondest, the purest, 
 
 Too often have wept o'er the dream they belie v'd ; 
 And the heart that has slumber'd in friendship securest 
 
 Is happy, indeed, if 't was never deceiv'd. 
 
20 atoájN ajte ejrcjww. 
 
 &cc cui|t c<vjic at) ctt<vc,.'f co<vb 'f f<vT)<vr be 3<vec, 
 N<v finite senile A15 ^e<vTi i)<v <vj5 tt)T)<voi, 
 
 D]be<v6 5Jii<vt) leuf <vi) cutt)a]T) <vnt ti)<vbiT) <vifi l<ve, 
 'Svur jié rol<vif ti)Uit)C|iir b<v be<vl|tu5<vb bul f<xoi. 
 
 £oi)7) — &T) CÚ]lf:iOT)t). 
 I. 
 
 5^6 fo Tt) 1 <vTt)<vnc béi5Í0T)<xc <vi|i '6iTV|T)t) <v CAO^b, 
 
 5e<vb^ <vb 'eirie 't)T) 5<vc cífi <v Tt)-bé^6ib, cu/|rle tt>o cfioíbe : 
 
 'Défb b' ucc tt)<v|i ce<v.c-6tbii), <v cé^le Tt)0 cI<vot), 
 
 )]• bo 710T5 Tt)<v|i ]ié<xlc-eóLuir i)-5euji-bfxuib <v 5-q<vi). 
 
 II. 
 
 5o cIuait) n<v(3T3e<vc ?&r<vi3, V<> cu<vt) co^beac, 50713, 
 ?Vt)T) t)<xc f éib-||x lé'ji i)'<xn)<v|b <vfi 5-coircéin) bo lofi.3, 
 e<vlócoib lé tt)0 cú"|lfr-|OT)T), 't i)f <vijieóc<\ib Tt)é <vt) rfoq 
 Co 5eu.f1 \e]x <^1) T)íxTt)<vib, cfc. b'<vfi 13-bíbific <vrbíoT). 
 
 III. 
 
 Oe<v|icf <vb <v-]Tx ó|i-f:olc qu3, v*MT)T)e<YC bo c-|T)i), 
 ]f éfr^Fe-ab le ceólc<v|b bo clíx^if^e cív b^i), 
 5<vt) e<v3l<v 50 rcnójcpe<vb <vi) S<vr<vT)<vc ce<vt)r) 
 &01) ceub <vf bo cjiuic, i)o <vot> bU.015 <vf bo ce<xi)t). 
 
 t>uó ui&cáto&i?, ce?u?c, seojoe n& \)-ty$-&on& 
 
 sajsb'. 
 
 TPot)1) — Cfc <xt) Sv\TT)ti<v ce<vcc. 
 
 I. 
 
 Dub lú<vcri)<vft, ce<vTtc, feójbe 7)<v T)-015-tt)T)ív r^l™)' 
 &5ur f &lT)i)e be't) óft <viti <v b-£le<vr5 <vt)7) <v l^ti). 
 &cr bub looT)Ti<M5e 50 f<vba <x rsélri) if *■ ° l ^c 
 'N& <vi) ófi-fl<xc 't t)<v reofbe, b' <v &-|lle ']♦ b' <vb|xe^5<v. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 21 
 
 But send round the bowl: while a relio of truth 
 
 Is in man or in wotnan, this prayer shall be mine — 
 
 That the sunshine of love may illumine ouc youth, 
 
 And the moonlight of friendship console our decline. 
 
 THOUGH THE LAST GLIMPSE OF ERIN. 
 
 Air—" The Coulin." 
 
 I. 
 
 Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, 
 Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me ; 
 In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, 
 And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam 
 
 II. 
 
 To the gloom of some desert, or cold rocky shore, 
 Where the eye ot the stranger can haunt us no more, 
 I will fly with my Coulin, and think the rough wind 
 Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind. 
 
 III. 
 
 And I'll gaze on thy gold hair, as graceful it wreathes, 
 And hang o'er thy soft harp, as wildly it breathes; 
 Nor dread that the cold-hearted Saxon will tear 
 One chord from that harp, or one lock from that hair. 
 
 RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE. 
 Air — The Summer is Coming. 
 
 I. 
 
 Rich and rare were the gems she wore, 
 And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore; 
 But oh ! her beauty was far beyond 
 Her sparkling gems or snow-white wand. 
 
22 aí)12ájKI 21JP ejPJNKI. 
 
 II. 
 N<vc 701)31)^6 bo'i) ti)^5be<vT), o* b' £70*7:71*175 <vi) 7*0*07, 
 í)eic núb<xl 50 1)-<voi)o*7io*c ot i)-u<M 51)00*7* i)<v rM5 e > 
 f)-^uil rub^lqÓe 075-7:00*71 i)<v í)-e'7ieo*i)i) co 11)071, 
 'S i)o*c b-ci)ucp<\Ó 50 rriu<villi6 lé o*7i)i)f:i7x 1)0 071? 
 
 III. 
 Do 7:71.00*30*771, i)í'l e<v3l<v i)ó btt<f*i6i7ic 0*771 njo 0710760, 
 "Nf 660*1)7:0*76 Cl<xT)i) ei|ie<u)T) b<vn) boco*7i 1)0 bfc ; 
 5f6 cI<vót)tí)<vti 0*771 6eife 70*6 Y 0*771 f eóióib 50 leófi, 
 Jf o*i)i)f<v leó coit)3ÍoU o*'r co*'6e 50 11)671. 
 
 IV. 
 lé fTT)Í5e<v6 7*5^0*11)0*0, Io*t*co* ó 701)710*00*7* cfiofbé, 
 
 S*ttbo*l <V1) 015-beot) 50 TT)U1T)Í5T)e<VC 7011)lO*1) 1)0* ctijc*, 
 
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 :o: 
 
 2tmp S&t sojisetó 5péjwe aji? i]nn out) 'ua, 
 lujóe. 
 
 ro^th-eiiriit) <vi) 015-7*171 
 
 2^0*71 3<vr roilre<^c 371671)0 01771 lfi)i) bub 'i)<v tu7Óe 
 
 ]X 7:110* 7i-Ctt7l'i)o* b-7*óii)i*1 lé 7:0*1)0*6 bul 7:0*07, 
 
 t)j6eo*7* 0*1) leo*co* bf6eo*7* loifca le 7*n)J5e6 7*57<ut)<xc, blo*6, 
 
 'S oii) CTiofbe rqs lé C7ioii)-uo*lo*c 6ub7i<5ii) b'o* 0710*60*6. 
 
 II. 
 
 &01) cw\ú)\)e ont)ó*7i) cuir)o*ii)<v|l 50*1) co*ii), bi6eo*i* ffoTi-beó, 
 
 'S o»75 T\\z 0*771 0*71 lo»eqb o* 6ubo*7i) '7* <v ceó, 
 
 Klo*c b-ci3e<vi)i) 01771, 0*c7iU5o*6 6 lo*i)i)o**7i, i)ó i)etil, 
 
 S' o» ti)o*oltt5o*6 i)ó 0* buo*7b7ie<v6 30 t*o*tiócv\6 0*1) 7*0*050*1. 
 
 III. 
 
 13676 <vi) cu7tt)t)e úb b'ovTi t)-30t)<vb 10*71 7*le76e 50*1) 7*3fc, 
 2Do»ti 6uiUeÓ5 Ó71401) 7*0*11)710*76 0*771 071010b 0710*71)1) 'i)<v li*76e, 
 21 3eo*lro*7i le 5<veqb r)^ 37iéii)e 0*771 o* i)-3eu5, 
 'S i)o*c i)-Ú7io*73eo*i)i) x)^ 670*76 7*71), lé i)'o* £60*50*71 30 1)-eu5. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. Í 
 
 II. 
 " Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray, 
 So lone and so lovely along this bleak way I 
 Are Erin's sons so good or so cold 
 As not to be tempted by woman or gold ?" 
 
 III. 
 " Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm; 
 No son of Erin will offer me harm : — 
 For though they love woman and golden store, 
 Sir Knight ! they love honor and virtue more." 
 
 IV. 
 
 On she went, and her maiden smile 
 In safety lighted her round the Green Isle ; 
 And blest forever is she who relied 
 Upon Erin's honor and Erin's pride. 
 
 AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY 
 GLOW. 
 
 Aib — " The Young Man's Dream" 
 I. 
 
 As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, 
 While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, 
 So the cheek may be ting'd with a warm, sunny smile, 
 Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while. 
 
 n. 
 
 One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws 
 Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, 
 To which life nothing darker or brighter can bring, 
 For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting: 
 
 III. 
 
 Oh ! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay, 
 Like a dead, leafless branch in the Summer's bright ray; 
 The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain ; 
 It may smile in his light, but it blooms not again. 
 
24 ?lÍ)T?ájN a/ji? ejPJNN. 
 
 Klj í)-TOJl &NS& 5-Cl?U)KlKie &0N 01120211?, "N0 
 
 1Pot)T) — Se<xt) ce<\t)T) Ooi)<xc<v. 
 
 I. 
 Nf b-^u-jl <viypa, 3-cfittii)T)e <voi) cttTí)<\TA, t)o 5le<n)t), 
 20<v]i <vi) 1<V5 <v b-^u^l có-ffiuc t)<v bfr 1 <vb<xt)i) <u)T) ; 
 Jf lu<v*xe béibe<v7* é<vl<v|5ce u<v-|it) n) 1 -cvtitkvt)!), 'f tt)o bn.J5, 
 '"N<v C|iíot)p<xf <vt) 5le«H)i) 51*7* úb 671 <vf up CTAoibe. 
 
 II. 
 Nf l)-é At)c-<vTT)<v|tcb|te^-5, <voibit)n bf T/5-cvTica <v^x 5<vcc<xob, 
 Mf l)-é Iot)0<v|7i -^O cfiiofc&il, t)<v úfi-bU\c t)<v 5-cTKvob. 
 "Nf l)-é cort)5<vfv i)<x 7*7iuc<v tti<vti eu5-ceól ti)T)^-f f5e, 
 &cc i)|6 61,51,0 i)fof bfl-pe cív <v i)-bo] xx) T)e<x.cc <vt) ÓT%oibe: 
 
 III. 
 S-|<\6 tt)o cfc-jfibe, bo ce<vt)5<vil ttjo cutt)<vt)t) 'f n)0 cI<vot), 
 
 OO rC<vp <V|7l 5<\C l)jb <VT)T), T3éTTÍ) f<VT/C<X 1)<JL TT)f<U) ; 
 
 O^ft T)f l<voi) i)fb b\v *viUe i)<vc n)é<vbu-(5e<M)T) <v bl&c. 
 D'<v frcicftifi) ctie tu^b <vin- <v tr)-bíbe<u)T) <v5<xit)o 5ri*vb\ 
 
 IV. 
 A 5le<vi)i) <voib-|T)T) c<vc-<vbT)A, bttb ritai^ne-cvc it)o fu AT ) 
 £«o-\ fr<vf5<vb bo c&b&iT) lé tt)0 cat/kv ^fofi-bu<vi), 
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 'S <x|x 5-c|ioibce tt)<xti bo ciún-f fiuc<v cóirr)e<vf5C<v lé b*Y]Tt). 
 
 wa02t) sew&N &5us &*] i>e&w-cufci?c?i. 
 
 1Pot)t) — ?li) Ofi<vb<vn&T) OOT)t). 
 
 I. 
 
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 &T) ii)i)ir be<U)i)tti5' noirt) at) lív ; 
 
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 Cp-\rt) cutt)<v, ir bu<vl bo TT)T)<xcr| : 
 0-|fl 7*é Tt)0 Tt)oib' t^'t) f TO, cló 
 
JBISH MELODIES. 25 
 
 THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. 
 
 Aie — " That old head of Denis." 
 
 I. 
 
 There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet 
 
 As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; 
 
 Oh ! the last ray of feeling and life must depart, 
 
 Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. 
 
 II. 
 
 Yet it was not that Nature had sued o'er the scene 
 Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 
 T was not the soft magic of streamlet or rill, 
 Oh! no — it was something more exquisite still. 
 
 III. 
 'T was that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, 
 Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, 
 And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve, 
 When we see them reflected from looks that we love. 
 
 IV. 
 Sweet Yale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest 
 In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, 
 Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, 
 And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. 
 
 ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY. 
 
 I. 
 
 " Oh ! haste and leave this sacred isle, 
 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 
 Shall ne'er by woman's foot be trod." 
 
 2 
 
26 ateájw &ji2 e]V]nn. 
 
 n. 
 
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 C01TVJ51TT) beic 50 r)-UTi)<vl ó éfioibe 
 
 Vo]r>r, b' otic<v TT)<vi6í)e <Sx oibce, 
 T^ti beAT)T)ui5ce T)i 'l oiot) Abbott rS^É' 
 
 50 TT)1,lf <vb TT)0 COf <VT) C"Ú|V T)0 blíVC. 
 
 III. 
 
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 '5ur b' ff^ll <vt) Iot)5 le có]ji 't/<*- cfi*S 
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 &t)T) 50 b-q crifoc T)<x l)-oi6ce, 
 
 OO |lél]l T)<V tSetllc' bllb TT)ÓTl <XT) b<\C>5<\l 
 
 "N-ac b-cfiei5F<vb <vt) c-oile&T) Le t)-<v two5<v1. 
 
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 rj-TO&J5. 
 
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 N<\.c <voib^T) u<v|Ti <vf3 coTt)<vb 5Tié-fT)e <vr)T)r <0 b-t:Tiíxi5, 
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 &15 búfACC cútt}<v <xft 5-caijibe, úji <vt)í) <vti 5-cfioibe. 
 
 II. 
 
 Cfiti be<vnc<v|Tt) 16cti<vt)T) 1<V5 <vi) l<\e <\-(3 bul f<voi, 
 'S <vt) ívibbéif b^ccé leij <vt) oti-T5^iI btt^be; 
 
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IRISH MELODIES. 27 
 
 II. 
 
 ** O Father, send not hence my bark, 
 Through wintry winds, o'er billows dark. 
 I came with humble heart to share 
 Thy morn and eveniDg prayer: 
 Nor mine the feet, O holy Saint, 
 The brightness of thy sod to taint. " 
 
 III. 
 
 The Lady's prayer Sen an us spurn'd; 
 The winds blew fresh, the bark returned: 
 Eut legends hint, that had the maid 
 
 Till morning's light delay 'd, 
 And given the saint one rosy smile, 
 She ne'er had left his lonely isle. 
 
 HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR. 
 
 Aie — The Twisting of the Rope. 
 
 How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, 
 And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ; 
 For then sweet dreams of other days arise, 
 And memory breathes her every sigh to thee. 
 
 II. 
 
 And, as I watch the line of light, that plays 
 Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning West, 
 I long to tread that path of golden rays, 
 And think 't will lead to some bright isle of rest, 
 
28 ^TOájN a/jp e]U}nn. 
 
 Cn^ qúi) i)'eir bív^r beibe<vp TÍ^ce cUot), 
 De^fi curt) Tt)0 ce^le 5rv<v6<vi5e, tí)o cftoióe: 
 
 Of ii)i)ir 5*p- cocui3 é rtijís' *'r rs^F fí 01 )\ 
 
 Có'otb <v'r <v-j|t <*-T) c-r<xo5<vl ro, 't)t)<v con)i)tti6e Uj, 
 lef, <vb<vifv 5<vi) f|lc <vot) beó> <vTt)^T) 50U. 
 
 & Iiot)^<\.6 le lioT)T)-bub bfiÓT) <v ctiojóe, 
 ?Vcc b|\<\.OT) <v CA-|ti5eA6 be c<votv fjot) fol<v 
 
 Curt) <vt) f tti5ioll <v be]c f <vlcc<v 5<xc l& a'j* ojóce. 
 
 n. 
 
 *Ntt<v(Ti beiSe<vr rolur Tt)o ceol' 't)T)<v lu^Se 
 DéjTt rt)o clívi|ife<xc 50 b-cf bo l<vt)o, 
 
 Ctvoc f ru<vr © b-<Mr botiu-jr <*t) q£e 
 
 'f)-f<V5<Vt)T) flÚbal^b' CUHireAC' j^C f^lCdTT^l <U)Í). 
 
 'S qxív bé<v7)p<vr b^tib bocc ]*e<vcft<xiT)' f e<vf<v6' 
 
 & buf<vcc <x ceub<v <vf fu<u) 50 TMO*), 
 Dl6e<v.6 cuiri)T)e <v||v <xt) b-^le *ifi leir í, <v l<\f<vÓ, 
 
 Do T")Í5 b° l>e<xi)b* t)<v 5-ceolcot b^T). 
 
 III. 
 
 Cot)butj, <vV é 'i)Off f <vo^ ri)<vol, <vt) r3^<*- 
 
 Cutt),— T)'éir Tt)e irt)ce<vcc, — be^c ^ji bo cl&fi; 
 Zícc beul 5<vt) cutt)<u) <vi5 pléiÓ 1)0 b<vl<v 
 
 5o beo i)-| bl<vitflS beo|i <vf <v b&fi. 
 2Vcc ri)<v b-|6e<vi)i) ^ e<vn pfon 5<vt> cl<voi) f Tt)e<vll<!i6, 
 
 &f ólf <vf b' -a ^ÚT) t)<vc bu<vl <v cft&b, 
 20o 5<vece be^b' '5 e^qoll ce<vcc <u)t) fie^i 5e<vll<v6, 
 
 '5ttf be<vi)t)tt5<v6 5<vc b^<xoi) be 'i) 5-cu<vc 'f* qt&. 
 
JEISH MELODIES. 
 
 THE BAUD'S LEGACY. 
 
 Air — Wanting. 
 
 When in death I shall calm recline, 
 
 Oh ! bear my heart to ray mistress dear: 
 Tell her it liv'd upon smiles and wine 
 
 Of the brightest hue, while it linger'd here. 
 Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow, 
 
 To sully a heart so brilliant and light ; 
 But balmy drops of the red grape borrow, 
 
 To bathe the relic from morn till night. 
 
 II. 
 
 When the light of my song is o'er, 
 
 Then take my harp to your ancient hall ; 
 Hang it up at that friendly door, 
 
 Where weary travellers love to call. 
 Then if some bard, who roams forsaken, 
 
 Kevive its soft notes in passing along, 
 Oh I then let one thought of its master waken 
 
 Your warmest smiles for the child of song. 
 
 in. 
 
 Keep this cup which is now o'erflowing, 
 
 To grace your revel when I'm at rest ; 
 Never, oh ! never its balm bestowing 
 
 On lips that beauty hath seldom blest. 
 But when some warm, devoted lover, 
 
 To her he adores, shall bathe its brim, 
 Then, then my spirit around shall hover, 
 
 And hallow each drop that foams for him, 
 
30 &Í)T?ÍJN &J12 ejl^JNKi. 
 
 N?vC 20JNJC DO 5UJI &V\ rbe&N-SjSe 
 fox)r) — &1) <5i3-be<vi) bub ]ot)tx)\x]í). 
 
 N<vc tt)1,t)ic bo 3U1I <u) be<vi)-rÍ5e! 
 "N<vc tt)it)ic bo criívib oívt* <^t) cft-o^be, 
 
 Do be<vlb 5loirx, tjo 5Ti&b. 
 Do 3<vc <vot) l<voc c<vln)<v civ fface 
 Su<vt)! Y bo 5<vc fttil civ T)eulTT)<v|i le c<vo^r)ce! 
 
 &1TI <V 1) U<V1TT), <VT)T) <V 3-CObl<Vl)f) <VT) lU<VT), 
 
 5ttile<vb t)<v l)-ói5e 'f i)<v 3<MT5lS>15 5° bu <^)- 
 
 n. 
 
 }X bttb AT) C-<VTT) <VT)T) <V b-fttjlTqUlb beÓ, 
 
 Solu^f b'eij <v céile f<vo] ceó; 
 'S 5<vc -cvoT), <v T/c<vp lóó|i<vT)T) Tt)<vTi jieul 
 Cfiib 'Girie, <vi)oir Tt)úcc<v t;<voi rjeull. 
 *S CTioTT) beÓTi <vt) cé, b-rmil <v crioibe '5 <v bTii|-e<vb, 
 t)--puil eu5c<v <v f<5, 'r <v boi3 '5<v clije«6.- 
 &cc <vi3 <v-|re <vt) tH<vc<v -|f 5e<vl 30 ledri, 
 Do cuice<vf <v^ti <v ctiócaji <vt) beóji. 
 
 m. 
 
 CíV <VTl leUr-TT)<VTl<V TT)UCC<V 3<VT) b<vc, 
 
 Cu-r<v, <v Co]i) t)<v 3-ceub c«vc ! 
 
 'S cu eile! 't <MT* b° brv|<vcTi<vib ceo" 
 
 t)i rtKvt), r^oijire <v'r FÍ!M ni )> beó— 
 Dfr eu3C<v,— t;<vb beibe<vr 3<viT/5lbe<vcc 1<vt)T)ti<vc, 
 "No b<voiT)e<vcc t;<v 5eun-crie<vc co3<v|b t/3<vt)ti<vc, 
 
 t)éib <v Tt)-be<vc<v 'f <v Tt)-b'<vr <vt)T) 5<vc bivi,l 
 
 '5<V 5-C<VT)<vb CTlf ÚTV Jt)T)ir--piVll. 
 
JEISII MELoLlEi. 31 
 
 HOW OFT HA.S THE BEANSHEE CRIED. 
 Aie— " The Dear Black Maid:' 
 
 How oft has the Beanshee cried, 
 How oft has death untied 
 Bright links that Glory wove, 
 Sweet bonds entwin'd by Love! 
 
 Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; 
 
 Rest to each iaithful eye that weepeth; 
 Long may the fair and brave 
 Sigh o'er the hero's gravel 
 
 n. 
 
 We 're fall'n upon gloomy days! 
 
 Star after star decays, 
 
 Every bright name that shed 
 
 Light o'er the land is fled. 
 Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth 
 Lost joy or hope that ne'er returneth : 
 
 But brightly flows the tear 
 
 Wept o'er a hero's bier. 
 
 ni. 
 
 Quench'd are our beacon lights— 
 Thou, of the Hundred Fights ! 
 Thou, on whose burning tongue 
 Truth, peace, and freedom hung! 
 Both mute — but long as valor shineth, 
 Or mercy's soul at war repineth, 
 So long shall Erin's pride 
 Tell how they lived and died. 
 
32 abP&jN ajp ejrcjtin. 
 
 Oi &s &n 5-cuac s0. 
 
 TPot)t)— P<vcntv|c 0'12<vF<v|Tiee. 
 I. 
 '01 <vt <vi) 3-cu<vc -po, o^ft bé<v|ir<v|b ctl OTi<\.-|b 
 
 Klfof <vr 5<^c beon bé, 'i)t) <v5<v]6 <v-|cfb <v'r eurl^i) ; 
 N<v cjvcvcc <v|fi <vt) 5e<vt)-beoc, bf <v^3 eijr), ti)<vji c<vn<v-ib, 
 "Nf T*-*lt> ^ 1 ) ciiac fji) <vcc 7i<vt)-r5eul; fo '*) TS^^ b--ptt-|l 
 q<vl <vt)t). 
 
 t)l<V7* <Xf <VT) TT)-bollÓ5 <viji <v b&fi <v civ \01)Jl<KC 
 
 20<v Y Tt)i<vi) le<vc <vt) 7*<vo5<vl ro bo b-|bific, 'r -a. i)eulc<v 
 &cc cjiOTt)-r<vir c 5<vc bfuvor) bé, le cjto-|be i)<vc rp-be^b r5<vT)- 
 tx<vc 
 
 20<v 'r ^l le<vc be-|c co3c<v co ty-ivfib lerr V^ T* e ttlc<v. 
 Cuft c<v|tc <vt) cu<vc; óiTx beufif^b cu OTK^b 
 
 Tlfo^* <vf 5<vc beojx bé 't)t) A5<viÓ <v|cfb <v'r eurl<vt) 
 N<v cfi<vcc <viTi <vi) 3e<xt)-beoc, bf <v^3 Gift), ti)<vtv c<vri<v-|b, 
 
 Wl TiA^b <vt) cu<vc riT) -^cc rv<vi)-r5eul, to <vi) T5<^* b-^u-jl 
 
 C|<vl <VT)T). 
 
 II. 
 
 5o -po^l "n-1-cvri) <voi) 3e<vt)-beoc co bfii5Ti)<v-ft i)fon n)e<vf,-<vb, 
 Le T)-<vfi ceubf<vib<v clu<vT)tt3<vb, TT)<vji<vi)r5*vl<v fo Iíot)tí)<vji, 
 
 Oo C|0T)f5T)<vb <V btl^OCC-CV, <VT) Cfl&C bf f<voi b-f <vfc<vb 
 
 an 5tio»T) bo|incoi, T5i<vri)AC, f <vo^ ce<vr ro3ri)<v-|Ti 3fti<vt)TT)<vrri 
 &T) rúb 't) é^r le cé<v5<vji <vt) c-r<vTT)ri<vib, be^c bttjbe, b*vt), 
 
 'S5eice<\6 b<vl<vb '5ur bl<vc <vi) c-ré<xruifi bub ce<vrri)<M3e, 
 t)j nk: <v-p <vt) -pus ub, 'civ rt)óji io-r)3<vt)c<xc, -pó|i-U\T) 
 
 Cutt) cjioibce bo beoc<vi), be^beab f u<vjiui5ce b'<v e<vpb<v. 
 <vi) 5-cu<vc Tf)<v|irúból ó^Ti beu|if<vib cu o|i<v|b 
 
 "Nfor <vr 5<v'c beoji bé 'i)t) <v3<vió <vicfb <v'r eurl<vi), 
 "N-cv ctkvcc <v-||x <vi) 3e<vt)-beoc bf <v|5 G^liT) tt)<vji c<vft<vib 
 
 Y\] -f\<v"jb <vt) cu<vc T1T) <vcc |t<v7)-f5eul, T° *V T5*l* ti-F u 1 l 
 q<vl <vt)1). 
 
 IIL 
 C"| b' ^e]b]ii— <vcc <v"||i ro i)f bit<vlctx<vcc <v coibce — 
 
 20<vtv <vt) coirie, 'Tt)-bibe<vT)T) 5e<v-p c<ville, f <v(|xe<v6 <v[ti, 30 
 c<voib<vri)A-|l 
 5u|i |i<vib <vi) 3e<vt)-beoc ro '3 <v CArtTT-^I^S T^i) o^bce 
 
 2vcc 1)1 l<v^5e <v bfi^ f<v fé ce<vcc 30 T)e<vri)-bli5<vm<v-|l. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 33 
 
 DRINK OF THIS CUP. 
 
 Air— " Paddy O'Rafferty» 
 
 . I. 
 Drink of this cup : you '11 find there 's a spell in 
 
 Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality. 
 Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen ! — 
 
 Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality. 
 Would you forget the dark world we are in, 
 
 Only taste of the bubble that gleams on the top of it ; 
 But would you rise above earth, till akin 
 
 To immortals themselves, you must drain every drop of it. 
 Send round the cup ; for, oh ! there 's a spell in 
 
 Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality. 
 Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen ! — 
 
 Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality. 
 
 n. 
 
 Never was philter form'd with such power 
 
 To charm and bewilder as this we are quaffing ; 
 Its magic began when in Autumn's rich hour, 
 
 As a harvest of gold in the fields it stood laughing. 
 There having, by nature's enchantment, been fill'd 
 
 With the balm and the bloom of her kindliest weather, 
 This wonderful juice from its core was distill'd, 
 
 To enliven such hearts as are here brought together ! 
 Then driuk of the cup : you '11 find there 's a spell in 
 
 Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality. 
 Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen! — 
 
 Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality. 
 
 m. 
 
 And though, perhaps — but breathe it to no one — 
 Like the caldron the witch brews at midnight so awful, 
 
 In secret this philter was first taught to flow on, 
 Yet 't isn't less potent for being unlawful. 
 
Mac curt)<v, c\6 f<vi)<xi)T) oqri ^óf, ?\x-\5]\\e&c b<vl<v6 
 
 &t) be<v.c<vi5 o't) Uvr<viji 'CU5 <v b|V|5 'tt^c 50 b<vll<xc 
 CuiT^ <^T) b|túcb<v T)e<uT)-ce<vb<vTT)<vil '-p-a T5&l<v civ f<^ri) 
 
 t)é<v|i.]:<xiÓ fuoqic-af <v|* c|io-|bce c*v <vt)T)C<v ^<voi f *l«c. 
 &T <^) 5-cu<vc tt)<vjv T10 ol, 6i]x bé<v|i-p<v-|6 cu oji<vib 
 
 Wfof <vf 5<vc beo^ bé, 'i)o <x5<vib <vicf6 <x'f eufl^O 
 N<vcjiacc <vin- *i) 5e<vi)-beoc bf <vi5 e^t), rt)a|i c<vji-a.ib, 
 
 X1 1 jKv^b <vt) cu<vc x] 1 ) <* cc ]x<xi)-7*5eul, fo <vi) 7*5<vl<v 'b-fU]l 
 
 &]1? 20' UCC TejKI 5iaC SU&R 
 7 r oi)i)— loc Sflii). 
 
 2t)o b'jl e-|l|c loice! <vw ft)' t*cc féii) 3I-A.C rtt^t): 
 
 5ib 51171 eulu-|5 <vi) cfteub u<x-\c, fo b' fcjc bfbii) bu<vt), 
 
 Civ <vi) rTt)Í5e<\b <vt)T) 5<vt) búbcAT) '5Uf reAtic-cunjaT) cfio|6e, 
 
 '5vLxV<\ri) le bo cor<v|i)c le coital, 5<u) rsfc. 
 
 at) ce<vr-3n&b, 30 Tt)<vTif<vb ré re<vHT)<vc, t)oic cóffi, 
 Cne bnót) fc'r crte 5'<vrtbe<vr, crie i)'<xi|ie V en© 5 ló iM 
 Nf 'l^Tt) eol5<vc i)o -|TT)T)íbe<vc, it)& c&ifi <virt coijie r<von, 
 &cc cVf a'h), q<v fr|6 cu, 50 b-puil n)0 5fi*xb op,c-r<x f|o|i. 
 
 m. 
 
 Oo 5«qn ofitr) <vit)3e<vl, cn«v bf cit <v rent), 
 De^b Tt)e TT)<v|t <v|T)5e<vl, crifc cú be-|c f <vo] leui) ; 
 &15 leai^ttwc bo I0T15, cfie seuji-cerqce ceo, 
 5o bo cot<^1^c 't bo curi)b<!icc, le ti)o b&r 130 1130 bee. 
 
IEISH MELODIES. 35 
 
 What though it may taste of the smoke of that flame, 
 
 Which in silence extracted its virtues forbidden, 
 Fill up ! there 's a fire in some hearts I could name, 
 
 Which may work, too, its charm, though now lawless and 
 hidden. 
 So drink of the cup ! for, oh ! there 's a spell in 
 
 Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality. 
 Talk of the cordial that sparkled for Helen I — 
 
 Her cup was a fiction, but this is reality. 
 
 :o:- 
 
 OOME, REST IN THIS BOSOM. 
 Air — " Lough Wheeling." 
 
 I. 
 
 Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer ; 
 Tho' the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; 
 Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast, 
 And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last. 
 
 n. 
 
 Oh ! what was love made for, if 't is not the same 
 Thro' joy and thro' torment, thro' glory and shame ? 
 I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart ; 
 I but know that I love thee whatever thou art. 
 
 m. 
 
 Thou hast call'd me thy Angel in moments of bliss ; 
 And thy Angel I '11 be 'mid the horrors of this : 
 Thro' the furnace, unshrinking, thy steps to pursue, 
 And shield thee, and save A hee, or perish there too. 
 
86 &TO&JKI &JP e]V)KK. 
 
 SÚD a/J12 SJUÍ)?Vl C12JO &N 3-CPUJKlWe. 
 
 Sub <v||i riu!5<vl ciifb <vi) 5-c|xuii)T)e tt)<*.|i leitjb i&|i ^ e ib', 
 
 C&b<v|HC bl&r be |iub n)|lir, <v'r be nub e-jle' tt)1<vt> 
 'S i)u<v|Ti- <x cu-]rvri5e<vr <vi) ff<n)f Y* 3-cmc foiTi bibe<vr eeic, 
 
 Curt) cfn 'fi<xn be^c 'cni<vll<vb bibe<vt)r) <v5<vii)T) cIaot). 
 20fc'l* Ti}e<vt5 i)<v reo^be n* &lUe, ir 5t)<xc<vc', 
 
 Cnu<i5-cnoibce <vine<vri), 'sur |ioir5 S^ 1 ) ceo, 
 Y\\ él5lt) bu-|i)i) itt)ce<xcc<xr *V> S-cfn ? e li) 5n*vS<vc 
 
 'Cun colli' <v|ji |iÚT) -pe<x|ic<vTt)<v-|l ^uf |*ú|le beo. 
 'Kloit cu|Tt)T)|5, <v|5 bul c<\.nc bo'i) T5^<*- ^T 1 ^' 5-cl«vn 
 
 SDV-p TO||tTt)<x|i, i)o n<xnTt)Uube-|Óe<vr b' <Mrbin !*<*• c-fljje, 
 Gnfc curt) |*lív|T)ce rt)T)<v, 'beibe<vr cu<vc lfoi)c<v 50 bivfi, 
 
 "N-a be<v|iti)U|b <vi) T")Í5 ^t<v-r |?<x|*5<xb bo c|5e. 
 
 II. 
 
 & 3-c|i|c S<vc|\u) bibe<xt)i) 5<vunb<i i)<v beire, -p<vo| T5^ c , 
 
 &I5 i)<vc<v|n le<vc<vT)c<xc, '5 <x fr<x||ie ttjaii ii)<von; 
 &cc co rnort) b|bew|* 'i)t)<v cobl<xb <vt) i)<vc-a/||i 5<vc cn&, 
 
 "5o b-f<v5C<v|i <vi) 5<vifibÍT) 5<vi) F<v|ne n)<\ 'f FÍon. 
 Nfl <vi)t), p&l Tt)il|*e<vc bn||Nvtt)<xil 5eu|i, 
 
 20<xn b|be<x|* <vt)t) '611111)?)' co|rt)||ic <i bl&c 
 & cé-|5e-a|* on 3-ceub|:<v|b cnfc. 5|0T)e<vf <v|i njeun' 
 
 C<vb<v|nc ce<i5<x||i bo'i) cno|be c|i<v bibe<vr '50 cn*vb. 
 'Moir cu-( tt)T)|5, <x|5 bul c<x|tc bo't) |*5^<*- <^|v <v' 5-clfcn 
 
 2t)<v'r roi|iTT)<vfi, 1)0 ri<v|i")ttn beibe<q* b'<virb|n r<*- c-flfse, 
 Gn& curt) r^1i)ce tt)1)«v, 'beibe<vf cu<vc lfot)c<v 50 b&n, 
 
 N<v be<vnti)U|b <vi) T")Í5 1<M*<M* ?<*T5<^ &° ^15 e » 
 
 III. 
 
 'S-a b-'PiKvitjc 'i)U<v||i T3<voilear be<ii)-ceile can) Flips' 
 
 Sfon-bu<vnc<v <xt) pófc<v, a feolc-d l«vi)', 
 )]• <it)<vtt) 5T)|be<v|* 5n^vb <kcc <i C|ieo|iu5<xb o'i) cfi^.|5 
 
 '5 <v íív5<vil, <vi5 iTT)p)be bf " <virbm rl&D." 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 87 
 
 WE MAY ROAM THRO' THIS WORLD. 
 Air — " Qarryowen." 
 
 I. 
 
 We may roam thro' this world, like a child at a feast, 
 
 Who but sips of a sweet, and then flies to the rest; 
 And, wnen pleasure begins to grow dull in the east, 
 
 We may order our wings and be off to the west ; 
 But it hearts that feel, and eyes that smile, 
 
 Are the dearest gifts that Heaven supplies, 
 We never need leave our own Green Isle, 
 
 For sensitive hearts and for sun-bright eyes. 
 Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, 
 
 Thro' this world, whether eastward or westward you roam, 
 When a cup to the smile oi dear woman goes round, 
 
 Oh ! remember the smile that adorns her at home. 
 
 II. 
 
 In England, the garden of Beauty is kept 
 
 By a dragon of prudery, plac'd within call ; 
 But so oft this unamiable dragon has slept, 
 
 That the garden 's but carelessly watch'd, alter all. 
 Oh ! they want the wild sweet-briery fence 
 
 Which round the flowers of Erin dwells; 
 Which warns the touch while winning the sense, 
 
 Nor charms us least when it most repels. 
 Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, 
 
 Thro' this world, whether eastward or westward you roam, 
 When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, 
 
 Oh ! remember the smile that adorns her at home. 
 
 III. 
 
 In France, when the heart of a woman sets sail 
 On the ocean of wedlock its fortune to try, 
 
 Love seldom goes far in a vessel so frail, 
 
 But just pilots her off, and then bids her good-bye. 
 
39 atoajKi &jR ejpjNM. 
 
 tlcc ii)5éAT)a 'eiixe<vT)r) C0T)3bui3e<\.r)r) 3<n.t) t«5ic 
 
 &t) c-Ó5l<vc 5abc<v, le f07)T) <v y,<\xx), 
 CfifS r5<^^T)' ST^-éi^e ^uf t*íot)c<x 3&oc' 
 
 °Í)<vti bf 't)u<viti <v cuiri ré -a. I005 «MP- T^ri)- 
 'Noir cuirt)7)i,5, <vi5 bul caric bo't) r5<^<*- <vrv *' 3-d &fi, 
 
 2t)<v'r tw^ti, 1)0 ri^T^Tbttr^ beibe<vr b' <virbiii r^ c-fitse, 
 
 Cniv cutt) fl^^re tt)T)<v, 'beiÓe<vT* cu<vc lfoi)c<v 50 b&ft, 
 "Na be<vjVTT)U-|b <xi) r")Í5 W<vf f<vt/3<v6 b° Éi5e. 
 
 :o: 
 
 ojóeaó cuj^Kie &J5 éjpjNN ?vjt? n& i&ecji) do tj. 
 
 foi)i)— ?Vt) Siot)t)<vc tiu<v6. 
 
 T3i6e<vb cuiTT)i)e A15 'eiTiiT)T) <v-|rt T)<v Weqb, bo bf, 
 
 Sul bo bn<vic <i cl<xi)T) réjT) J le feill-be<vTie, 
 Nu<viti bí fob be 't) ó>-buibe <vm bri«v3<vib 2£)<u>ilfe<vcUiT)n 
 *i) ni3i 
 
 Oobu<vi6 ó't) t)<xtÍ), bf uaille<xc <xt- <vll-T)e<vfic: 
 'Nu<viTt TS^oi 1 * ni5^e otiac 3Ur ^.CiKvob-riUAib' 
 
 C<vb<v|nc <v l<xocn<v cutt) c<xc<v 50 cl<voT)ri)<vn, 
 Sul bo TJ<vc<xr reóibe 'eiTie<xT)T) «115 be<xln<vb 50 T)u<vb 
 
 ^3-CTió:T)-fíle<v-r5 <vt) c-S<vf<vT)<vi5 CTietti)Ti)<iiTi. 
 
 &ti& bfbe<vr <^1Ti loc "NéaÓAib <vt) c-i<xf5<viTie -A15 riúbal 
 
 le Iit)T) roluir Ue beic «13 p<voT)<xb\ 
 CiSe<u)T) re<vT)-cloi5q5 fiof, t)u<vin bibe<vr 30 T) úri)<vl 
 
 &-|u briu<vc t)<v liT)T)e <vi5 cUot><v6 : 
 9D<vti Tub, cné <xirlli)5 bfbnjuib <\-|3 F&5<vil 
 
 l<v5-leur <vitv i)<v l<v.ecib c& <v 5-q<xT)coi, 
 'S 50 brtÓT)<vc <vi5 be<vnc<vb <vitv <v t)-31óiti f<xoi rs^l, 
 
 Civ biv|cce p<voi ctvottj-cotjoi bli<vb<xt)c<v. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. S9 
 
 While the daughters of Erin keep the boy, 
 
 Ever smiling beside his faithful oar, 
 Through billows of woe and beams of joy, 
 
 The same as he looked when he left the shore. 
 Then, remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, 
 
 Thro' this world, whether eastward or westward you roam, 
 When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, 
 
 Oh ! remember the smile that adorns her at home. 
 
 :o: 
 
 LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD. 
 
 Air—" The Red Fox." 
 
 Let Erin remember the days of old, 
 
 Ere her faithless sons betray'd her; 
 When Malachi wore the collar of gold, 
 
 Which he won from her proud invader; 
 When her kings, with standard of green unfurl'd, 
 
 Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger; — 
 Ere the emerald gem of the western world 
 
 Was set in the crown of a stranger. 
 
 n. 
 
 On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, 
 
 When the clear cold eve 's declining, 
 He sees the round towers of other days 
 
 In the wave beneath him shining. 
 Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime, 
 
 Oatch a glimpse of the days that are over; 
 Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time 
 
 For the long-faded glories they cover. 
 
40 atoájN ajp e)V]nn. 
 
 xj]óe&ú simN Ope, sruc, 2imoiu_e. 
 
 I. 
 
 t)í6e<v6 ru<vt) o]xc, fftuc, 2b<voiUe, &x botittcot le bfle, 
 
 "N<v bu<v|6|ie<v6 i)<v ffoT)c<x bo c-\m)-cu]\e lívt>, 
 Cfc. <vi5 éirbe<vcc 'f <vt) <r|bce le 50I 1^)5 ; ír) , Uí 16 
 
 &15 é<v5c<vo]T) T)<v -r)-5e<vpa. b' £6.5 f le f&i). 
 Cfc. l)-<vtt) béi6e<vr *i) <vl<v 0115 ^oirv-ce<M)T) <v b|i-a.oi6e<xcc<Jt, 
 
 C*v 1)-<vtt> bo cVu]T)f é<v|t <v T)-eu5-ceol <\.-|fi co^t)!) ? 
 C& l)-<vTt) bo bu<v|lf:é<xfi b<VTt) ív]tb-clo5<v fi-|5e<vcc<v 
 
 N<v b-^l<\c<x]', bo it)' f ív]lqu5<v6 ó't) c-f<vo5<vl fo 50 b^T)? 
 
 II. 
 
 &1T* b° coi)i) 3<vT*ti se^Tf)^^, ti)oi)u<v|Ti ! béibibTfjo c<voiT)ce, 
 
 ?t"I5 );u<v5|x<v6 tt)o 6|i<voibe<xcca cfié t)<v T<xo5<vlc<v 50 bu<vi), 
 '"Noi fr<vb c*v 'e-ifie f<voi cuibrie<v|5' <v 5euTi-i)fc.Tí)<vib, rface, 
 
 &15 V e"|ce<vb <vifi <i T)-u<vi|i le i)-<v búf<vcc ó f u<vt) : 
 C*x l)-<VTt) é^ieoc<vf fieulc loT)t)fi<vc <v|5 roilfiÚ5<vb, 
 
 ?V-||x f*v|TÍ)-i ^W '6ifie<u)T) lívT)-lóc]x<viT) <xi) l<ve ? 
 C& 1)-<vtt) bo cluiT)pé<xti ceol f:l<xc<vif <vi5 fo^lfiu5<v6, 
 
 5ttjv ^lqseaÓ T^OT^ttal-cv 50 t)<vott)-^|i<v]* Oé? 
 
 ToTji) — C& ti)e 'tt)o cobl<x6. 
 
 I. 
 
 2£)<xtv <M) tjAOt^-ce^e l<vf*c<v <v 3-CiU-b<v|i<v l<vi5e<xi), 
 
 5<vi) TT)úc<vbc|ié bli<vb<xi)c<v be bo^e<vT)r) seuft, 50713, 
 C& <vt) é|ioibe, bibe<vT l&|i ríoT)c-A. 5 eu T*-\ ú|i ™) A Ti ^ 1 ) c-éi6e<u), 
 'S i)<vc 5-córt)T)tti5e<xi) 'i)<v 81*15 ffi) *W, Ftti5e<vll brióji), i)o 
 I0715. 
 'eiTvji)t)! 'eiftl^t)! tt)<v|i rúb c*v 50 ttjóji 
 Oo Tpio|i<xb <v^5 btiire<vb ctii 6úb<vT) t)<v i)-beó|i; 
 'eiTt^i)! ; 6i]iii)i) ! TT)<xtt r^b t*v 30 rtjójv 
 Oo TP1oix<vb <vi5 b|iire<v6 t\i\ búbou) i)<x T)-beÓTt. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 41 
 
 THE SONG OF FIONNULA. 
 Aie — " Arrah my dear Eveleen." 
 
 Silent, O Moyle! be the roar ot thy water, 
 
 Break not, ye breezes, her chain of repose, 
 While, murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely daughter 
 
 Tells to the night-star her tale of woes. 
 When shall the swan, her death-note singing, 
 
 Sleep with wings in darkness furl'd? 
 When will Heaven, its sweet bells ringing, 
 
 Call my spirit from this stormy world? 
 
 H. 
 
 Sadly, O Moyle! to thy winter wave weeping, 
 
 Fate bids me languish long ages away; 
 Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping; 
 
 Still doth the pure light its dawning delay. 
 When will that day-star, mildly springing, 
 
 Warm our isle with peace and love ? 
 When will Heaven, its sweet bells ringing, 
 
 Call my spirit to the fields above? 
 
 :o: 
 
 LIKE THE BRIGHT LAMP THAT SHONE. 
 
 Aie — " Pm asleep; do not waken me" 
 
 I. 
 
 Like the bright lamp that shone in Kildare's holy fane, 
 
 And burn'd through long ages of darkness and storm, 
 Is the heart that sorrows have frown'd on in vain, 
 
 Whose spirit outlives them, unfading and warm. 
 Erin ! O Erin ! thus bright, through the tears 
 Of a long night of bondage, thy spirit appears ; 
 Erin ! O Erin ! thus bright, tnrough the tears 
 Of a long night of bondage, thy spirit appears. 
 
±2 atoájti a/jp ejpjMM. 
 
 ii. 
 
 C& i)<v |ii5<vcca b' eif cUoí)<vb 6 «ltiO cjifoc <v Ttéiti)', 
 &3Uf i)eulc<x t)<v r>oibce «115 ce<vcc <v-|tx <v 5-C&1I, 
 
 Cfc. 'eijie tt)<vti 5ni<vi) Tíi<vibT)e A15 éiri15e <v 3-céin) 
 'S i)f bé^b <voi) c-rUtt) b\v seuTv-brxuib 50 5Aifxib le F&3A1I. 
 
 '©mil)!)! <> 'e]]\}T)x)\ c& le r<vo3<vlc<^b t\u>i rs^c, 
 
 Nu<vi|i eulóc<vf a 5-cliú-r<vt), béib bo c<vic|iéiTt) f<voi blfcc ; 
 
 '^i ww ! 'emwt) i ca. ie r<vos<vic<vib r*oi rs^, 
 
 Ntt<vijx eulóc^r <v 5-dlú-r<vi), béib bo c<\]ty,é]xr) t:<\oi bl&c. 
 
 ni. 
 
 t)ibe<vi)T) <vt) lile f e<vb 3eiri)Tiib 't) <v cobUb r* 3-ctié, 
 
 5<it) TJ)e<vc<xb le b<xirle<vc, 5<vt) bútwcc le rfot), 
 5o i)-éi?ii5i8 ^nír le 3<xeqb <vt) c<v tithxis, 
 
 T^5<M l ó cé<v5<v|v t)<x r)-&rib-5TiéiT)e f<vrs<vb <v'r bfoi). 
 'CmiiJi)! O'eiTvmi)! e«t bo 3eiTt)Tie<vb p<voi fti^i), 
 'S <u) bóij, <v TT^Tibeó ctiíoc, béib bl&CATT^l 50 bu<vt) ; 
 ; eiTi1t)i)! 'GiTi1t)i) ! cív bo 3eiTÍ)Tie<vb t;<xoi fti<n), 
 'S at) bói5, <v tt)aitx. bed crtíoc, bé|b bl«xc<vTt)<v|l 50 bu<u). 
 
 T r oT)T>— Coillce M&TIT)*. 
 I. 
 Cfc Txóf béi5iOT)<vc <vt) c-r<vTT)Ti<vi6 le^r réiT) <V1fl <XT) 3-CTl<l0b, 
 O'e^r <v cotí)Iucc t)<v r5 e 1™)e beic eu5c<v <viti 3<vc c<xob: 
 
 5<VT) <VOT) TAÓf <VTT)^T) 5AOlTT)<VTt, 5<VT) bUr, le <v b-puil bíVITÍ), 
 
 le l<v7-<xb, T)o OT-T)<xb c<vb<viTic -0.171 <x.if bó, 30 r^lTÍ). 
 
 II. 
 
 Nf f^3|í<vb leac t:éit) cú lé ir)e<vb<xb <v(Tt <vt) 3eu3, 
 5<\T) bo ceil3e<xt) <v coSUb Ttie&rs *>° 5<volc<v 30 r>eu3: 
 'Nívic <v TT)-béibitt fe<vrb<x 3<vc lív <x'f 5<vc oibce, 
 leif i)<v jióf<vib 5<vt) bUc <v'f 5<\.t) b<vU6 bo luibe. 
 
 III. 
 20-A.ft T-Úb If fe^<vl 1TT)ée<VCC, 't)U<l1Tl <v ctiíotxvt* <VT) 3Tifcb, 
 'S 't)u<viti euluisear ót)<v reóibib <vt> fséitii <v'r <it) blívc; 
 'Nu<viTt <v cl<voi6ce<vTv t)<v crtoibce, TX<xp r«<vnc<vr <v'r reut), 
 C^a beibe<vb, tt)<vti c<vb<vi) <xot)<vti<vc r<v c-tnvc>5<vI ro le^r féjt). 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 43 
 
 II. 
 
 The nations have fallen, and thou still art young ; 
 
 Thy sun is but rising, when others are set; 
 And tho' slavery's cloud o'er thy morning hath hung, 
 
 The full noon of freedom shall beam round thee yet. 
 Erin! O Erin! tho' long in the shade, 
 Thy star will shine out when the proudest shall fade ; 
 Erin ! O Erin ! tho' long in the shade, 
 Thy star will shine out when the proudest shall fade. 
 
 III. 
 Unchill'd by the rain, and unwak'd by the wind, 
 
 The lily lies sleeping thro' Winter's cold hour, 
 Till Spring's light touch her fetters unbind, 
 
 And daylight and liberty bless the young flower. 
 Thus Erin! O Erin ! thy Winter is past, 
 And the hope that liv'd through it shall blossom at last ; 
 Thus Erin! O Erin! thy Winter is past, 
 And the hope that liv'd through it shall blossom at last. 
 
 'TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER. 
 Air—" The Groves of Blarney." 
 I. 
 'Tis the last rose of Summer, left blooming alone ; 
 All her lovely companions are faded and gone ; 
 No flower of her kindred, no rose-bud is nigh, 
 To reflect back her blushes, or give sigh for sigh. 
 
 II. 
 Til not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem ; 
 Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them. 
 Thus, kindly, I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed, 
 Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead. 
 
 III. 
 So soon may /follow, when friendships decay, 
 And from Love's shining circle the gems drop away ! 
 When true hearts lie wither'd, and fond ones are flown, 
 Oh ! would inhabit this bleak world alone ? 
 
44 &bvfyn ajt? ejpjNN. 
 
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 ty 'c<\oii)e<v6 -At) <xtt)<v 
 
 Cjiiv curt) eiblft)' le<ui)4. 
 Ca^c Cj5e<vTii)<v <xi) 5le<u)<v le 5e<vltc<v b|tétt3\ 
 
 bf <vi) 5e<vllAC f <vo-| 7)eul 
 
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 le cuti)<v, 5ttji ca/|U <vi) 05-beAi) <v cl|ú 50 l)-eu5 # 
 
 n. 
 
 Wf |i<v|b le ^A5<v^l 
 
 'Cm t>wr <vtt)ac <v|iir <v leur 30 iu<vc; 
 
 &cc co'<\.b Y bei6e<v7* ff beo 
 ?li) r^«) * cu^c <v|fi 6]blfT) bubACAi) <v ntiAb\ 
 
 hi. 
 
 t)f -at) r^^AccV 't)a lu-(6e 
 
 &1Ti céiti) cutt)at)5 i)<v rlise 
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 IV. 
 
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 le ce<v-r-b|q5 <v 5<ve 
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 O' f <n) <v]|i 'c^l 'bati]! bo-beific i)<v ?)-oi6ce. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 46 
 
 EYELEEN'S BOWER. 
 Aie — Wanting. a 
 
 Oh ! weep for the hour 
 
 When to Eveleen's bower 
 The Lord of the Valley with talse vows came; 
 
 The moon hid her light 
 
 From the Heavens that night, 
 And wept behind the clouds at the maiden's shame 
 
 n. 
 
 The clouds pass'd soon 
 From the chaste, cold moon, 
 
 And Heaven smil'd again with her vestal flame ; 
 But none will see the day 
 When the clouds shall pass away, 
 
 Which that dark hour left on Eveleen's fame. 
 
 m. 
 
 The white snow lay 
 
 On the narrow pathway, 
 When the Lord of the Valley cross' d over the moor ; 
 
 And many a deep print 
 
 On the white snow's tint 
 Show'd the track oi his footsteps to Eveleen's door. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The next sun's ray 
 
 Soon melted away 
 Every trace on the path where the false Lord came; 
 
 But there 's a light above, 
 
 Which alone can remove 
 The stain upon the snow of fair Eveleen's fame. 
 
46 &f)PájN &J12 ejPJNN. 
 
 D'éjS TF&O-SJUtmjl C12J Sfc05&l CT2U&JÓ, C&20 
 Tot)r)—X)ji\x^c-x i)<v t>oti)t)<v. 
 
 I. 
 
 O'é^r FAb-T1út><vil qtf r<^05<vl ctiu^b, c<vri), 
 
 '5ur c<v|U' <v|i 5-c4viTvfce, cé-|Tt)e 'r ")e*r\ 
 ]T ív-(l Iit)T) ceol, le > é]fc 'r^T) <vrr>, 
 
 i?<vib fór 5<vc T)i6 p<v rou<x6 Y f<v rw« 
 
 0! 1)<VC f^lc<VTT)<Vll fU<V|T1) 5<XC TMT)T), 
 
 n. 
 
 SD-a-tv 3<vece <vi$ cé<\.cc qif f ^r^c bl&c, 
 
 'N oiti ó criíqb 5Til<vT)Tt)<v|i' reo, 
 t)i8e<vf <vt) ceol, bo clu^jqbe, qift. 
 
 l?<vibce<v5<v|i <v5<v|Tin, reut) <^T TÓ5: 
 D'éiT 5<vc bl&c be^c qxfoi) 'i)T)<v ItqÓe 
 
 Dl6e<vT)T) <v b<vl<v6 beo <v|ti <vt) 5<voc 50 fóill; 
 20<vjir<to, fe'éir e^s, b'oi) c-n<u)r<v 'coibce, 
 C15 <v c<vir' ^íf ^M 1 3*eqb ceojl. 
 
 III. 
 
 & 5-coti>eoir ceo^l r*v beufil<v f <vt)t) 
 
 'S oil) ce<vT^5<v ir cttilqje ^ór 5 AT ) bTMJ! 
 Nfl <vcc bTioiÓe-cvcc ceolTT)<vTi 7i<u)i) 
 
 *Foilti5e<vr rtt)U<viTice <v'f -\x^]V *V cfio-|6e. 
 t>l6e<vT)T) }iocl<v ca-|Tibir be 5l-|oc-a.r l^ti, 
 
 Jr b|iett5<vi5 ^óf i<ib bfv|<v6A.fi<v <vi) 5p.e»b\v; 
 "Nfl <vcc 5<vece ceolc<v bívi), 
 
 teiiv qúi)<vf río^ 5* 1 ) fe<xll, 5<vt) c|i&8. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. ^ 
 
 WHEN THRO' LIFE, TJNBLEST, WE ROVK 
 Air— " The Banks of Banna." 
 
 When thro' life unblest we roye, 
 
 Losing all that made life dear, 
 Should some notes we us'd to love, 
 
 In days of boyhood, meet our ear, 
 Ohl how welcome breathes the strain! 
 
 Wakening thoughts that long have s'ept, 
 Kindling former smiles again, 
 
 In faded eyes that long have wept. 
 
 II. 
 
 Like the gale that sighs along 
 
 Beds of oriental flowers, 
 Is the grateful breath of song 
 
 That once was heard in happier hour?. 
 Fill'd with balm, the gale sighs on, 
 
 Though the flowers have sunk in death ; 
 So, when pleasure's dream is gone 
 
 Its memory lives in Music's breath. 
 
 in. 
 
 Music! oh! how faint, how weak, 
 
 Language fades before thy spell. 
 Why should Feeling ever speak, 
 
 When thou canst breathe her soul so well» 
 Friendship's balmy words may feign; 
 
 Love's are ev'n more false than they: 
 Oh ! 't is only Music's strain 
 
 Can sweetly soothe, and not betray! 
 
48 sttoájN &ji? ejPJNN. 
 
 Ma c{>)5 aji? &n i)-iP]ie. 
 
 'Fot)!)— C^clío Círt1<vll. 
 I. 
 KU cói3 <V1T* *i) b-^ile, Tt)«v eultt-|5e<vT)T) f&'t) 3-cluoti), 
 'M <v Tt)-bí6e<vr)T) ro5-cUoi) ^13 f 0T)ói,b t;<xoi, ivrib-cttcvb 30 bu<vr), 
 
 Ki^ori c<xiti bf 601,3 twit* 'r i© u<v|o 'sur ie cti«v 
 
 5o clucoiTT)ttil, bo bé<vt)í;<vb 3T)iori) 5^r5l6, 3<vt) t5^é ; 
 2ti) ceub, cív 'i)oir rface <Mt> AT ) 5-ceol-cjiuic 30 t;<vt)t), 
 Oo feolf^b <v 5-ciioibe <xi) i)&ri)&ib <xt) b«xf-3<xc 30 ce<vt)i); 
 'S <xi) ce<vt)3<v, t)<xc r|le<vT)í) <vcc TT)il-f riuc t)<x 3-cUoT), 
 Du6 cu-|lce<xc \ <v|3 bjiOT/bÚ3<vb 3fi<vb<x cftie r)<v b-'FiAt). 
 
 n. 
 
 20 T)U<vi|i b'<v cfti fclttiT)! c& <*. c<vicíiéitt) 't)T) <x lu^be, 
 'S <xt) ctioibe criób<v btiijce, t)<xti b' ^eib^rt <v cl<\.oibe<v6 
 C<vict;ib é<v3c<vo-|T) <v f]o-\x-x^occ be^c t; <vlu-|5ce ó'i) c-t>03<vI, 
 'Olfi ir b&r-b|ie-|c <v cot/<xit)c, 'f i)j b-ftt^l <v chtí)<xí)T) 3<vt) b<vo3<xl. 
 C& <v cI<vt) 3AT) <vot) ce<ví)<vf, n)<v|i T)-bé<iT)F<vib ri^í> pe<vll, 
 'S ttjuti b-CTiu<villi5ib <v riOT^n <M5 10tí)pÓ3<vb le 5<vll; 
 'S at) cTtlUre<vT), c& <v-(3 l<vf<vb rM5 e céjTije, 3<xc l*v, 
 N<vc T/5i,obc<\.Tt ó't) 3-c<vtxt) é, 4t1.fi b }itx-\\ '6ifie '5<ji cft*tb<vb. 
 
 III. 
 W<v cói3 <v|T> <vi) b-f?ile <v beic <v|5 ríoj\-bé^T)^6 fi<uir), 
 'S <vt) c-olc, i)<xc t)-b«vT) léi5e<vr, &o bjbfieab le 3fie<n)T): 
 t>ibe<tb <vi3e <xcc leuf bóccuij, ij Ww^ 50 beo 
 & TtOT/3 cfie bfi<vc cÚTÍ)<v tí)<vti <vt) 5fv|<n) cfie t/I&H) ceo; 
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 '5<v feol<v6 <v-|T> TT)e<vTib<vll le -p&T)<v6 <v cI<vot), 
 'S le bl<vo-|3 i)<v 3-cTi<vob 3l<vr, <v cív fi3ce <v-jti a ceoiT)T) 
 2U<\.|t wt) 5Tiett5, <vi3 ittjuic bfosalcAir, f<vlóc<xib fé <v Utjt). 
 
 IV. 
 &cc 3Í6 3tt|i e<vlui3 bo Tf)ó|i-céiTT), n)<v|i <virl-|T)3 t)<v T)-oibcé, 
 Déibjb b'A^TT) '3<v lu<xb <vi,3 <vt) b-^le <v coibcé, 
 
 t)éib <v^5 tefT)T)iTT) 30 r)-í\Tib-biT)T) bo Icacctiott) 'r bo leuT): 
 CluiT)t;i6 -A.T) coi3rtÍ3e<vc bo 3ttTic<v-cíio-(be fíorx', 
 T2<vct;-<vib é<v3CAoiT) bo cIív-(tit;^3 c<v]t ttjuiti <v't; c<vti c|ti, 
 'S bo ci,<v3TtT)<v|b, <v-|3 ce<\.T)T)<vb t)<i T/l<vbTi<M6e bo b 1 cl<vo]b, 
 Sjlfib beofi<v t)<v cjiu<vi3e le ce<vr)T) brv|ixe c|io]be. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 49 
 
 OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD. 
 
 Aie— " Kitty Tyrrell" 
 
 I. 
 
 Oh ! blame not the bard, if he fly to the bowers 
 
 Where Pleasure lies carelessly smiling at Fame: 
 He was born for much more, and m happier hours 
 
 His soul might have burn'd with a holier flame; 
 The string that now languishes loose o'er the lyre, 
 
 Might have bent a proud bow to the warrior's dart ; 
 And the lip which now breathes but the song of desire, 
 
 Might have pour'd the lull tide of a patriot's heart. 
 II. 
 But, alas! for his country! — her pride has gone by, 
 
 And that spirit is broken which never would bend; 
 O'er the ruin her children in secret must sigh, 
 
 For 't is treason to love her, and death to defend. 
 Unpriz'd are her sons till they've learn'd to betray; 
 
 Undistinguish'd they live, if they shame not their sires; 
 And the torch, that would light them thro' dignity's way, 
 
 Must be caught from the pile where their country expires. 
 III. 
 Then blame not the bard, if, in Pleasure's soft dream, 
 
 He should try to forget what he never can heal; 
 Oh! give but a hope — let a vista but gleam 
 
 Through the gloom of his country, and mark how he '11 feel ! 
 That instant, his heart at her shrine would lay down 
 
 Every passion it nurs'd, every bliss it ador'd; 
 While the myrtle, now idly entwin'd with his crown, 
 
 Like the wreath of Harmodius, should cover his sword. 
 IV. 
 But tho' glory be gone, and tho' hope fade away, 
 
 Thy name, loved Erin, shall live in his songs: 
 Not ev'n in the hour, when his heart is most gay, 
 
 Can he lose the remembrance of tnee and thy wrongs 
 The stranger shall hear thy lament on his plains; 
 
 The sigh of thy harp shall be sent o'er the deep, 
 Till thy masters themselves, as they rivet thy chains, 
 
 Shall pause at the song of their captive, and weep! 
 3 
 
so atto&jN ajrc ejpjKiw. 
 
 D' &PO é &N "ÉU&512&Ó. 
 Totjt) — &n Pó.^^jie Dub. 
 
 tT'Anb é at) ^a<v3Ti<x6, ó 'i) c-r<vomre b° 3^11*, 
 ^5ur b' <\oi15it) at) u<vi|i, bo cu5 Sp&iT)^5 <vin- f^m 
 
 &13 búpACC curt) bfosalcAir *r S^e* 1 °1Tic ctiuai6! 
 0! <v f<voi|tre! t)ív t^cati <vm &' ^15^ ^ 01 ) T5fc 
 5o b-céibiri cati At) iATt-Ti)U"|ri 30 6eipi]te<vc, thati 3aoc; 
 C<vb<v|fi rolaf bo 3T)úire bo 3AC a^c, civ '5 a criAbab 
 'S tja cc^ll <virt 3W-f e *")T*Ó5 1)* l)-'6iTie<vi)f) bo stiaS 
 
 &15 FÍ3 0< ^ criAob-olA Sp<v|i)T)esvc a-|ti cfió|T)-yle<vr5 bo 
 bu^b'. 
 
 11. 
 
 2Ea be-ifi o^TieACC cemc riT)re<xn, <vY oi^neACC a b cua8, 
 Do 3AC cfri <v'r 5<vc ce<vlUc fT)<vr T5}^^ c *Y ri)UAi>, 
 
 20&Y loc An peall 'T tt)^ ° e 1H- ATfjriAr leiT ca^t) ! 
 & 3<viT5l^13 *)* T)-J b U ie > ir 1ot)at)t) art rifée, 
 ]r bfbeAb re 3 at) le<vc. t)o beoTi CAO-|T)ce 'T)n<v luibe 
 t)eibe<vb pe-|ce<vb <vifi b&r a-|ti D 1 c Dufc > clucAi3e b<5 
 'N<v be-jc <xift uiri)irt T)a TT)-bu<vb<x.c A13 cuiqrt) Y* ^3^0, 
 
 T'<x feATT)n-Ó5 t)a l)-'6me<M)0 Y crtAob-olA i)<x Sp^nt)'. 
 
 HL 
 
 & f)ltic<vi3 ^ Ui DOTT)T)AjXl, 'éfiéis rfrt 3lAp t)a tt)-be<>f)T), 
 &ni) <vrx T)-oile<vb burt i)-ói3e Y i)<vc Tt<v|b le f A3<v|l <vt)T) 
 
 &t) bfbe<vn 'r at) f ivr3<vb, bo f u<x-|7i ffti a 3-ci,at) : 
 511010 at) leur a bf Iatca le butt T-AOT1-3AOC, be^c beo 
 
 &i)T) 'eiTiiT)n, 3° ro^reAc 3AT) co-^v-^t^ 5*v ce °; 
 
 'S t)á rÓ3bAibe Am CTifc S<vct/at) beic 30 tt)aII aY 30 f at)T) 
 
 &13 CAriTlA1T)5 T-A 3-COTf)n-AC T)-A3<Vlb T)ATT)<Mb A IaT)T) 
 
 &-|Tl fOT) CTl<X0b-0lA SpA]T)T)eAC A'f bUxc 'eirieAT)T) T)A 
 b-tqAT). 
 
 IV. 
 
 ttail De Ajft at) qot)rcT)Ab! T)f cljrFlb 30 beo, 
 Ta6 Y Tf)Ai|ipeAr aot) Iaoc, 't)T) Ab-puil ciri-curf)AT)T) beo, 
 le Bejc cofA|t)c qa 3-ceAfic, b a b-^uU A^e cIaot): 
 
IRim MELODIES. 61 
 
 SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING. 
 
 Air—" The Black Joker 
 
 Sublime was the warning that Liberty spoke, 
 
 And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke 
 
 Into life and revenge from the conqueror's chain. 
 O Liberty ! let not this spirit have rest, 
 Till it move, like a breeze, o'er the waves of the west ; 
 Give the light of your look to eacn sorrowing spot; 
 Nor, oh ! be the Shamrock of Erin forgot, 
 
 While you add to your garland the Olive of Spain! 
 
 II. 
 
 If the fame of our fathers, bequeathed with their rights, 
 Give to country its charm, and to home its delights, — 
 
 It deceit be a wound, and suspicion a stain, — 
 Then, ye men of Iberia, our cause is the same ; 
 And oh! may his tomb want a tear and a name, 
 Who would ask tor a nobler, a holier death, 
 Than to turn his last sigh into victory's breath, 
 
 For the Shamrock of Erin and Olive of Spain ! 
 
 III. 
 
 Ye Blakes and O'Donnells, whose fathers resign'd 
 The green hills of their youth, among strangers to find 
 
 That repose which, at home, they had sighed for in vain. 
 Join, join in our hope that the flame which you light 
 May be felt yet in Erin, as calm and as bright ; 
 And forgive even Albion if, blushing, she draws, 
 Like a truant, her sword, in the long-slighted cause 
 
 Of the Shamrock of Erin and Olive of Spain 1 
 
 IV. 
 
 God prosper the cause ! oh, it cannot but thrive, 
 While the pulse of one patriot heart is alive, 
 
 Its devotion to feel, and its rights to maintain. 
 
52 &TOá/JN K)V ejPJMM. 
 
 Déi6 3IÓ1T1 <v-(5 fíoii f;oilritt5<v6 1)0* r)-Ovic', b-pu-jl 'T)t)0vlui6e 
 N<v H)o*iiiqTiibe cjfie, 0*13 <xi) bTiij bitot) <v 3-cuoi6e, 
 & b-^oib ó cot* cl<v6<vi|ic\ nó r|iívill ptt<Mi<MÍ>i b<voiTi, 
 O'oi b--p<vjTie Y b'oi 3-c&TÍ)b<vc -A15 t)<v r)-ói3-3<veqb r<*0Ti, 
 
 ¥<\o-\ 'i) 5-cti<vob-ol<i Sp^iT)T)e<vc '3UT* fe-cvnjnó^ i)<v b fl<v7). 
 
 S3&1& IJOM OO'N 20KI&0J. 
 
 S3&I0». IJOT) bo'l) TT)T)<V01 
 
 O'cv b-ru ( 5 <vt) barib 3e<\.T) tti<5ti, 
 &i) ó-|5 bo ceol CU5 ^r)<voi 
 
 M<vc b-r<vbn^v\b coibce b' <5fi. 
 '0! TiiT)i)eo»b CTio-|be rr>nív f íxiTt)' 
 
 OO l<MT)<Vlb PlM6 3|X1T)r) 
 
 T^oi The<vjt<vib TjeAÓ -<\n b'cvin) 
 "N^ bibe<vt)T) re le<xr co bii)T). 
 
 S30J0* IJOT) bo'T) TT)T)<V01 
 
 D'<v b-cu3 <vt) barib ^e<\T) mori, 
 &i) 013 bo ceol ru3 3110101 
 
 "Nové b-ro*b|if <xb coibce b' óft. 
 
 II. 
 
 Ceirr-(3 5ne<iT) <^T Só*5 
 
 &t) Oeire, Ovi3 3l<vine 'q.^e: 
 u í)-iuiil be<\U<vc 'r^<vc, — q<v. bo?" 
 
 "D' <xti qieire," frneov^m TÍ- 
 O' 10i)i)rui5 at) sl<vii)e <vi) c-671, 
 
 5<vt) ^éibri) le i) 'ocaiti buibe, 
 t)' T^eATiT 1 fnice<vb <vi) 5ne<\Ti 30 it)óti 
 
 'le ov l-jOv3-3eovl '3e<xTiTi<xb rTvfb. 
 
 S3&I0* IfOTl bo'Tl TÍ)T1<X01 
 
 O'ov b-ru3 <M) bo»Tib 3e<vT) tíjóti, 
 &i) óit bo ceol cu3 31)0*01 
 
 Klocc b-rAbrx^Ab coibce b' ó"ti. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 58 
 
 Then, how sainted by sorrow its martyrs will die I 
 The finger of Glory shall point where they lie; 
 While, tar from the footstep of coward or slave, 
 The young spirit of Freedom shall shelter their grave 
 Beneath Shamrocks of Erin and Olives of Spain ! 
 
 DRINK TO HER. 
 Am— "Heigh, ho I» 
 
 Drink to her who long 
 
 Hath wak'd the poet's sigh, 
 The girl who gave to song 
 
 What gold could never buy. 
 Oh ! woman's heart was made 
 
 For minstrel hands alone ; 
 By other fingers play'd, 
 
 It yields not half the tone. 
 Then here 's to her who long 
 
 Hath wak'd the poet's sigh, 
 The girl who gave to song, 
 
 What gold could never buy. 
 
 n. 
 
 At Beauty's door of glass 
 
 When Wealth and Wit once stood, 
 They asked her, " Which might pass?" 
 
 She answer 'd, " He, who could." 
 With golden key Wealth thought - 
 
 To pass —but 't would not do: 
 While Wit a diamond brought, 
 
 Which cut his bright way through. 
 So here 's to her who long 
 
 Hath wak'd the poet's sigh 
 The girl who gave to song 
 
 What gold could never buy. 
 
54 &TOá/jN &}u e]V)nn. 
 
 iii. 
 
 &1) 5e<vi) 'b-|be<vr T]oji <x ctju, 
 
 Jt T*<vtt)U]1 é le ci)útt) 
 
 0<vl f|Of <v 5-cl<vinb 6\\i\ 
 &cc fu<vf bo coti)T)Ui5e<v-p 5Tv^^> 
 
 &t) b<v|fib n)e<vf5 ]iettlc<v seal 
 C| coT)5bui5e<x7)T) é 5e-cu) Tt)T)ív 
 
 &1fi caI<vtí) <v|ri fe<\.6 Se<xll. 
 S5*vl<v Ifoi) bo't) TÍ)T)a01 
 
 0'<v 6-CU5 <vt) b<v|ib 5e<vt) ttjoji, 
 fti) Ó15 b° ^eol CU5 5T)<xoi 
 
 "Nac b-c<xbfiF<vb co^bce b' ófi. 
 
 :o: 
 
 120J2Í) &N C03&Ó. 
 
 'Foi)!)— I?i5-be<vi) i)<x S^e. 
 
 I. 
 
 0<vri <xt) 6ói5-c|xoi6e, <v cív A15 poiln 654.6 
 DúiT)i)-T)e <v Ti)&ft<vc bfiúc <xi) 5leo; 
 
 Datv <v5<M*> i)* 3TiéiT)e, be]be<vr <V15 roilr^S^ 
 Oji<x]i)T), f<xot), 1)0 bu<xb<vc, beo ; 
 
 foe^c beo, Tt)<vji b<voji-i)e<vc, 5<vt) <voi) cV|U — 
 20<v|v <vi) 5Ti1<vi) <H5 cI<vot)<v6 l<ve, 
 Céi6e<vi)T) <vt) l<xoc cun) fu\xii) Y *"9 5-cfié 
 
 L*v|i C|voTT)-5ot<v c|te<vb 30 leofi — 
 
 'S be<vi)T)ui5ce <vt) cé <mji bfiu<xc <vi) c-r-cv05-A.il, 
 20-bjbe<vT)T) b'<v beobc6<vT) T")151^ S^o^l, 
 
 D'ív f 0"ilriu5<vb ríof cjie 5le<vi)T) i)<v i)-beojt : 
 &cc ó! t)<xc b|ie^5 bo céjb^b cuti) rsfa 
 H bfbe-ai)!) <\-i|i ucc t)<v bu<x6<v 'ijt) <v liqbe. 
 
 II. 
 0f c]7)i) i)<v i)-eibleo5, be^p oti) c-a.c, 
 
 30TT)pUl5e<XT)1) le<VC<V <U) T)ÍXTT)<xb b&i), 
 
 Cjiív bo cuiTT)T)J5e<n)i) <v|Tt <vt) tt)<v5, 
 
 &i)i) <vfi cu]C f-do-i i)eull <x 5I01P. bf lívt) — 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 
 
 III. 
 
 The love that seeks a home 
 
 Where wealth or grandeur shines 
 Is like the gloomy gnome 
 
 That dwells in dark gold mines. 
 But oh ! the poet's love 
 
 Can boast a brighter sphere ; 
 Its native home 's above ; 
 
 Tho' woman keeps it here. 
 Then drink to her who long 
 
 Hath wak'd the poet's sigh, 
 The girl who gave to song 
 
 What gold could never buy. 
 
 :o: 
 
 BEFORE THE BATTLE. 
 
 Aie— "The Fairy Queen: 1 
 
 I. 
 
 By the hope within us springing, 
 
 Herald of to-morrow's strife ; 
 By that sun, whose light is bringing 
 
 Chains or freedom, death or life — ■ 
 Oh ! remember, life can be 
 No charm for him who lives not freel 
 
 Like the day-star in the wave, 
 
 Sinks a hero in his grave, 
 Midst the dew-fall of a nation's tears. 
 
 Happy is he o'er whose decline 
 
 The smiles of home may soothing shine, 
 And light him down the steep of years ; — 
 
 But oh ! how blest they sink to rest, 
 
 Who close their eyes on victory's breastl 
 
 II. 
 
 O'er his watch-fire's fading embers, 
 
 Now the foeman's cheek turns white, 
 
 When his heart that field remembers, 
 Where we tam'd his tyrant might I 
 
56 ataajti "Ajfó ejn?jnn. 
 
 &t) fimbria b , f?^.f5A6 <vnir 50 beo, 
 
 Do btv|re<vrr)<vTi, t><v léi^ibe 6ó 
 
 eijb ! c<v <vt) r-<v6<\tic t*o-|tí) oibce A15 bUobac 
 5o T)-<v|ib curt) b^fce <vi|i 5<vc Uioc — 
 
 í_ÍOT)c<v|i r^<^r <n) cu<xc 50 ce<M)i) ; 
 
 J p -|ott)6<v T)e<v.c <u)oif cjieui), txoitt) oibce, 
 t)eibe<xr eu5c<v <v^t <vt) b-t;<vic 'qt) <v lu]be, 
 
 'S i)<vc T)-bÚT*5t;<vib 5&ifi 7)<v bu<vibe ce<vr)TT; ■ 
 &cc o! t)<vc be<vT)T)ui5ce bat* <vi) lu-a^n, 
 & céibe<xf le 50I <xi) c-r<vo5<v|l curt) r 1 *^! 1 )* 
 
 Tot)x) — D' ucc £101)1). 
 
 I. 
 
 Cuic <vitt <xt) TT)-bu<xb<v|V5 tIívtt) t)<x 1) oibce, 
 
 &5Uf b'foil^s ceiT)ce<vc b&Tt i)<v TT)-beAT)i), 
 'Ni) <v 1*^1° l<vocfi<v cfieui) 'f <vt) &n 'r)i)<\ luibe, 
 
 'S <xfi fr<vo b|ob beo, i)e<vTÍ)-e<v5l<vc r;<M)i) I 
 N<xc bocc <xt) T5 eu ^ cu<vit bfiijce cttoibe! 
 
 S^.|t-bói5 5<vi]*5ibe<vc beic f<voi l&ri — 
 D 1 éir c<viU, <vY crie<vc 5<xc uile i)ib 
 
 Slcc be<vc<x <vTr)<\^r> Vf cl-|U 'f <u) tin. 
 
 II. 
 
 t)u6 Tt)<vll 'i* bub cfioit) bf ce<vcc <u) ctia, 
 
 21 b't><vin i)oi -pm le -|Ti)T)fbe citu-cvib, 
 5o foil]*eoc<vb OfiTiCvi <vfiff <ii) la. 
 
 'Nt) <v b -^u-|5^e<vb 50 cface b&i* 1)0 bu<vib: 
 C*v tao5<vI, t)<vc Ti)-bibe<vi)i) <vt) fóiTii)e b<\oti, 
 
 Kl<vc "5-cle<vcc<vT)T) 5euTx-fl<xc cÍ5e<vnt)<vib b^t); 
 SDiv'r be<vfvr)<v <vt) bivp cutt) at) C-JW05A1I ub t*<xotx, 
 
 2Wo CfitKvi^e bo 'i) i^lAb-A-ibe beo ^<\o^ lent). 
 
IRISH MELODIES, 67 
 
 Never let Mm bind again 
 
 A chain, like that we broke from then. 
 
 Hark ! the horn of combat calls ! — 
 
 Ere the golden evening falls, 
 May we pledge the horn of triumph round 1 
 
 Many a heart that now beats high, 
 
 In slumber cold at night shall lie, 
 Nor waken even at victory's sound ; — 
 
 But oh ! how blest that hero's sleep, 
 
 O'er whom a wond'ring world shall weep ! 
 
 :o:- 
 
 AFTER THE BATTLE. 
 AiB— " Thy Fair Bosom." 
 
 I. 
 
 Night closed around the conqueror's way, 
 
 And lightnings showed the distant hill, 
 Where those who lost that dreadful day 
 
 Stood few and faint, but fearless still! 
 The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal, 
 
 For ever dimm'd, for ever crost ; — 
 Oh! who shall say what heroes feel, 
 
 When all but life and honor 's lost? 
 
 II. 
 
 The last sad hour of freedom's dream 
 
 And valor's task mov'd slowly by, 
 While mute they watch'd till morning's beam 
 
 Should rise and give them light to die. 
 There 's yet a world where souls are free, — 
 
 Where tyrants taint not nature's bliss ;— 
 If death that world's bright opening be, 
 
 Oh I who would live a slave in this? 
 
68 ató&jw ajt? ejtfjwn. 
 
 L 
 
 5f8 't cnotí) j\'<xn) <3tfv Tt)-bu<vb<xfic<v, i)f <xirxeóc<vTT)' <u) iub é, 
 Déi6 <v|t i)-3«vi p.be<vp ctif beó><v tt)<xti 5<vc sriqne <v rfai), 
 
 Njori cnucui5é<vb TM<vri) cjioi bce, ii)<vti Tt)-bei6e<v6 c|tu<vr <vm 
 msre, 
 Du6 cun)<u)i)<M5e beuf<x 'f bvtÓ céa3<xri<vi5e cUoi)! 
 
 21 i)-ÚTiu^3e<vi)i) <xt) bl&c, 
 &15 ]í<vUc i)<v rl<vbTi<v|be, <x c|i&b rit)t) 5» ee<n)i) ; 
 Dj6e<u)i) <V13 F&rS* 6 ' 3*i) T51 é 
 Ltíb eile <v||v <vft 3-CTioibe, 
 
 CíV <V|l Ttt<V|lC<Vf, TT)<V7l folttf <V|3 TT)0l-C1T)1) 1)<V C|XU1T)t)e, 
 
 S5*til Iócti<vit)T) lív|t búb<viT), 710 5e<vl lé beic bu<vT), 
 'S b<\ Tt)-b'e <vi) e]bleÓ5 béi3ioi)<xc <vifi l& fo i)<v luif)i)e, 
 Cofqióc<v|Ó tcéile t)<voirr> P<xctiuic é <vf <v fu<vi). 
 
 II. 
 
 2t)o 3Ti^-iT)e <v|Tt bo loccóiníb* bneii3<vc', T)e<vTt)-f<voiée<ui)l<x; 
 
 5fb 5<vt*5 lé b 1 i)«vTÍ)<vib, lé b' c<v|i<xib cívifi Ffofi, 
 'S i)i 'l UTiti<xti) co c<vic?)e<xTf)<vc bo T)e<vc <vi|i bic tiÍ5<vtt><viI, 
 Lé cuTt)<vi)t) ó't) 5-c|ioibe, le <xjt <vil <v beic r<vo|i. 
 Cjxív beibe<xb Utcc rl-a-bc<v bo clftt 
 JT bo ce^ic, c<v leif blue, 
 20<\jt cl<vb<vifiib <v-|5 ceice<vb ó bo|ib-ce<vf <vo 5*00, 
 Dei6e<x6 bo 5l<vf-bTi<vc ó't) 3-cji<x.r)t) 
 &|ib r5<voilce 50 ce<vt)T). 
 D<v|i H)o beAf-lívTt) ! b<v i)-5l<voÓfaibe <xt)o-|t* cú curt) c<xca, 
 
 Do cn<vocj:<vb <vt) í?e<vfi5 <xi)T) bo ójioióe 7^3 50 beó; 
 )f beibe<vb I0T13 TM5 e 'eip.e<u)T) 50 cfiort) <v.ijt bo ri)<v3<\,ib, 
 &15 c^e<xf5<vTric i)<v i)*vri) Vf '5 <v ríne<v6 <v 5-0710. 
 
 in. 
 
 5fi&btti5e<u)T) jé <v 5l<vr-cf]i le 3e<vt), cív 11)4.71 le<xcc<v 
 5o boiTT)iT) <v 3-c|ioibcib, fucviri c<vr5<v-||ic Y CTt«v6 ; 
 
 'S béiÓ <v coit)3Íoll'r <v cutt)<vt) yt<xo] c^o]n)te<xcc có]j\ |ie<vcc<v 
 'S bé^Ó <voibT)e<vT 'G]jie^r)X) 30 pó]lL pív blívc. 
 
IM1SH MELODIES. 69 
 
 THO' DARK ARE OUR SORROWS. 
 Aie— " St. Patrick's Day: 1 
 I. 
 Tho' dark are our sorrows, to-day we '11 forget them, 
 
 And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers ; 
 There never were hearts, if our rulers would let them, 
 More formed to be grateful and blest than ours. 
 But just when the chain 
 Has ceas'd to pain, 
 And hope has enwreath'd it round with flowers, 
 There comes a new link 
 Our spirits to sink; — 
 Oh ! the joy that we taste, like the light of the Poles, 
 
 Is a flash amid darkness, too brilliant to stay : 
 But, though "t were the last little spark in our souls, 
 We must light it up now, on St. Patrick's Day.* 
 
 n. 
 
 Contempt on the mmion who calls you disloyal! 
 
 Tho' fierce to your foe, to your friends you are true ; 
 And the tribute most high to a head that is royal, 
 Is love from a heart that loves liberty too. 
 While cowards who blight 
 Your fame, your right, 
 Would shrink from the»blaze of battle away, 
 The standard ot Green 
 In front would be seen — 
 Oh ! my life on your faith ! were you summon'd this minute, 
 
 You 'd cast every bitter remembrance away, 
 And show what the arm of old Erin has in it, 
 
 When roased by the foe, on St. Patrick's Day. 
 
 III. 
 
 We love the Green Isle, and that love is recorded 
 
 In hearts which have suffer'd too much to forget ; 
 
 And hope shall be crown'd, and attachment rewarded, 
 And Erin's gay jubilee shine out yet. 
 
 * To accord with the spirit of the translation we have altered Ihe last line of 
 each verse, and the first line of the third verse, of the original, which, it must 
 be confessed, was by no means creditable to the spirit or patriotism of Moore. 
 
60 &Í)T2ájKl &J12 ÓJ12JNN. 
 
 SVffi <v 5-cloc-reoi6e cjitt<v|Ó 
 Dei]i río|t-buiUi6 bu<vi6, 
 &cc i)f Cjiu<v|lli5e<vr)i) <xt) l<u)i)<v-|fi, cív rq^ l<vrc<v beo; 
 Oo'i) cIojc b'éif <v brxú,5<v6, 
 
 a loctKuyt): ir, 'Gmit)^, 30 b|iirce ^<voi cTie<\cc<vib, 
 C& ceic-Tpl<vt)c CAob x^]5 $íoc, t)<vc mucf <xji 50 beo, 
 
 & beo6ui3e<v]* 5<vc b<vll, c<vb<vi|vc bó, luc <x'f e<vcca 
 'S be-j|v <v|jt fé^le "M<vojTt) P&qiuic búií)i) 5&iTibe<vr *'r TÓ5. 
 
 n] lejs Na, oeopajt), o£> sjiceeu? sa. cra?l. 
 
 Tot)!) — "N-cv ré P1511). 
 I. 
 Mf le-jT* t)<v beo|i<vib, bo "nlceafi r<v qi&, 
 
 & TÍT)ce-A|t é <v 5-CTié t)<v I)-u<v|ri)e, 
 C<xil*be<vT)c<vTi re<vf <v3Uf cé<v5<v|t <vji T)-5fi&boi, 
 
 Mo bo-|ii)i)e<vr 6o|ic<v <xji 5-cún)<v: 
 &cc le beo|i<vib -&15 ce<vcc 50 -pí T^-pT^<^r o' 1 ) 5-cjioit5e, 
 
 TPo-jlfisce-cvTi 5x171 bu<vi) <*.fi 7*TT)U<viT)ce 
 ftifi <vi) ii)-b<vf% * T*c<*p búb<vT) <vifi <xoibne<vf <vfi ti)-bic, 
 
 OVji b-f^5<v|l Ttjvvp. beo|i<v]bce cUoibce. 
 II. 
 Co-fab <v'f bei6e<vf 01 be<vc<\. 5l<vr *VV ^T 1 3-cnoiSe, 
 
 3tY <x b&r, tT)<v|i if bu<vl, '5 <v c<voiT)e<v6, 
 Dei6 <v beitf-a. TT)<vrv Ióc|i<xt)t) T5^1^ T*°^ tt 1T ^IT 1 <*Ti TU3© 
 
 '5uf <vji b-co]l curt) 5<xc n)<\ice<xr<x A15 cI<xot)<v6 — 
 2Í)<vti <xi) be<v5-b<vl<x6 c<viCT)e<vri)<xc, beifieAf <vt) t?ui5e<xll, 
 
 Do'i) liifx, <v TT)-bei6e*i) i)<voiti) <vt)T) fface, 
 t)eib <v c^l]6e<vcc <u)t) <vft 5-cu-|ri)T)e 5-a-c lív b'<v|i T<vo5<vl 
 
 'S <v|i 5-ciioiSe le i)'<v íort)^5, lfoi)c<v. 
 : o : 
 
 a, N-5iea,KiN &n out> i0c& »s le n-& ca,0i>. 
 
 ^01)7) &1) C<\llfn bOT)t) é]tV10T)T)<VC. 
 
 I. 
 
 & T)-3le<M)i) <xi) Oub-loc<v '-p le t)-<v c<vob, 
 
 ^VlTx b^Ti <v|ib <xille, of qo?)T) <xt) cu<v^t), 
 Cu<v-i6 N-aotí) C<voiri)5e-|T) 05 citn) r u<v 1T)- 
 
IRISH MELODIES. Oi 
 
 The gem may be broke 
 By many a stroke 
 But nothing can cloud its native ray. 
 Each fragment will cast 
 A light to the last, — 
 And thus, Erin, my country, tho' broken thou art, 
 
 There 's a lustre within thee that ne'er will decay; 
 A spirit which beams through each suffering part, 
 And now smiles at all pain, on St Patrick's Day. 
 
 IT IS NOT THE TEAR AT THIS MOMENT SHED. 
 Aie — " The Sixpence." 
 I. 
 It is not the tear at this moment shed, 
 
 When the cold turf has just been laid o'er him, 
 That can tell how beloved was the friend that 's fled, 
 
 Or Low deep in our hearts we deplore him. 
 'Tis the tear thro' many a long day wept, 
 
 Through a life, by his loss all shaded; 
 'Tis the sad remembrance, fondly kept, 
 
 "When all lighter griefs have faded. 
 II. 
 Oh ! thus shall we mourn, and his memory's light, 
 
 While it shines through our hearts, will improve them 
 For worth shall look fairer, and truth more bright, 
 
 When we think how he lived but to love them. 
 And, as buried saints the grave perfume 
 
 Where fadeless they've long been lying, 
 So our hearts shall borrow a sweet'ning bloom 
 
 From the image he left there in dying. 
 
 BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE. 
 
 Aie— " The Brown Irish Girl." 
 I. 
 By that lake, whose gloomy shore 
 Sky-lark never warbles o'er, — 
 Where the cliff hangs high and steep, 
 Young Saint Kevin stole to sleep. 
 
62 &TOÍJN &J12 é)V]nu. 
 
 " &1) be<u), c& <viti rrp com? i)í b-j:tti5iÓ 
 &i) «v|c ]*o, Tt}-béi6 Tt}e, peafb' ttjo lu^Oe." 
 TP-afKxoii ! ir be-A.5 bo CU15 T^ c 1*' a 
 Sé clu<vii) <v'i* cle<vr<v T^e^Ucoc' it)i)*v. 
 
 II. 
 Sj Civic 05, T)<v TVSOT™)-^, 
 & CU1TI <v|ft ce^ce<v6, é, 'r cutí) ^ub<vl; 
 t)u6 bu<vT) <v 5n^í>, 'T ^í ? 1 c°1T* lé-| é, 
 & be^c 'on<v céile <M5 3ioll<v Oé. 
 Ci<v <v-|jx b-|ó í^c <v|i 5lu<vif <vi) t)<von), 
 Clu^T) fé <v co^céiTt) le t)-<v c<\ob; 
 Cé|6e<v6 t*o-|tx t)o ri^f^ be l°\ i)ó b' o^bce 
 
 III. 
 &1Ti b&fi i)<v C]iei3e <xr)oir 1 t)7) <x lu]6é, 
 Cé]6 fe cut?) f u<v^ri)f)ir <^T can) T5Íc. 
 &15 rtt)U<viT)e<vb <vifi t)e%\TT), 5<vt) c'af, 5<u) cjifcó 
 T'<\ be-\t ó c<vcii5<v6 H)T)ív p <voi T5ívc. 
 
 &CC 1)fl <XOT) ÓltV|b, T)0 díV|"P, f<V]l<VOfl! 
 
 5<veqb n)t)ív, c«v ce<xn<vti)<vil, r<voji: 
 "F-cv-b cív 't)t) <v co6l<v6 ^euc '-p^ C T*^ 
 Civjc <v|5 nlc i)<v i)-beon- lé 5|t<vb\ 
 
 IV. 
 5<vt) e^5l<v 5íxb<v cfif c|te<\.5<v 501x3', 
 5o cu<vr t)<v T)-<v-|lle le<vT) rf <x I0T15, 
 jt 'tjuaiiv bo be<vlTitti5 b&o <vr) l<ve, 
 O' ^oilns T5 é 1") * brie<vc r «• 5oé. 
 JT c|iu<xi6 <vt) CTiojbe, <v cSv <vi5 t)<v t)<voiíT); 
 $1fi í>'eif <*• l)-<\.-|íiiU5<v6 le t) <v c<vob, 
 Do leirr> 50 bei^tie<vc 6 i)-<x f&ri). 
 
 V. 
 
 & l&ft bo lit)T)e, <v 5le<xt)T)-b^.-loc, 
 
 C\X]C C'<x\c lé 5l<v]*<vb <M) l<ve 50 itjoc. 
 
 Do ti)<vob<vTt) 50 Ti)<vll é ctiu<v|5e bo 'l) TT)r)<VOf, 
 
 fc b'eus cfie sn-^-b' ']• cfie -re<xcrr)<vll c|ioibe. 
 
 Cti<v 51116 b'<v 1)-wt)<vit) be<vc<v fuc<qi), 
 
 Do cloite<xb ceol <vitv £<vb <vt) cu<xjt), 
 
 Le <v t*<M°' ^^ cno^c Y t)<x 5le<vt)c<v o^nn, 
 
 'Wu<vifv 01 b'eijxis <x cwjfe 5e<xl ó't) cuit)t). 
 
I&ISH MELODIES. 
 
 " Here, at least," he calmly said, 
 " Woman ne'er shall find my bed." 
 Ah ! the good Saint little knew 
 What the wily sex can do. 
 
 II. 
 'Twas from Kathleen's eyes he flew, — 
 Eyes of most unholy blue ! 
 She had lov'd him well and long, 
 Wish'd him her's, nor thought it wrong. 
 Wheresoe'er the Saint would fly, 
 Still he heard her light foot nigh ; 
 East or west, where'er he turn'd, 
 Still her eyes before him burn'd. 
 
 III. 
 On the bold cliff's bosom cast, 
 Tranquil now he sleeps at last ; 
 Dreams of Heav'n, nor thinks that e'er 
 Woman's smile can haunt him there. 
 But nor earth nor Heav'n is free 
 From her power, if fond she be. 
 Even now, while calm he sleeps, 
 Kathleen o'er him bends and weeps. 
 
 IV. 
 Fearless she had track'd his teet 
 To this rocky, wild retreat ; 
 And, when morning met his view, 
 Her mild glances met it, too, 
 Ah ! your Saints have cruel hearts ! 
 Sternly from his bed he starts, 
 And, with rude, repulsive shock, 
 Hurls her from the beetling rock 1 
 
 V. 
 Glendalough! thy gloomy wave 
 Soon was gentle Kathleen's gravel 
 Soon the Saint (yet ah ! too late) 
 Felt her love, and mourn'd her fate. 
 When he said, " Heav'n rest her soul!" 
 Round the Lake light music stole ; 
 And her ghost was seen to glide, 
 Smiling, o'er the fatal tide! 
 
64 SvTOftJN &J12 é)V)un. 
 
 5UJIJÓ, 5UJIJÓ. 
 
 I. 
 
 Su^b, 3111I16, beófi<v <v n*uc, 
 
 Cvl<x]6 bu]i t)-<vTt) c<vjic Tt)A-T* ceó; 
 
 Cív buji TT)-b<viU 5<vt) lúc ó cu]bfii5 qus' 
 'S t)f bé^b bu|i b-Fiji t>íot* n)ó ! 
 
 t)u6 6íott)<voii) 5<viT3e l<vocfi<v ce<vt)T) 
 
 T)u6 bíori)<voii) córt)<vitile q<vllrn<vfi f<xoi: 
 
 'S 5<vc *qc b'<x Tt)úcc<xji t<xoi|i]*e <vt)t), 
 
 n. 
 
 5u-|li8: 30 fóill bo bé<vT)£<vjt ce<v|tn, 
 
 Le -rr<v-jTi<xib )v>T)fe T*v|l 
 'S -(X-ni ion)<vb e&cc bo fojllereóc<xt c^fic, 
 
 C& <vt)oit F^ ! TTt)áib búib cívil' 
 'S <V15 fiúbal kqb cffi, bo f&3<vb bívr), 
 
 ft-ftt^l <VT) C-OTIC V <VT) CTlíVlU 'r<l T)-U<V|Tt), 
 
 Ci<v <xt) bó-(3, le íoi)3T)<\6 f^i<vf nóc<M% lívn, 
 l)-pu^Ti bfo5<v <vi|i T5<vic, tx1<^tt) buwiÓ ? 
 
 III. 
 "Jf c-(T)e<vTT)<viT) CTiUAib (beibib '5 <v lu<v6), 
 
 V}j)X)e o]-je buri íy\n)fi]f <v 6e<xlb: 
 'S T)U<vi|v bf bup. i)ívn) blúc, ce<vr)T) <v b-pitac, 
 
 "Nfofi 5l<vc 5n^-6 ojtcvib re<v.lb: 
 ftcc b'puATuná cjioibce buÓ bu<\' beic ce-jc, 
 
 ?V.i5 criu<villiU5<v6 Oé t)<v n)-be<vr)D<xcc, 
 *S <x-(Ti c^U, bo c<xcai^ txo]T)t) fix le.c, 
 
 Oo c<v.or5 T 10 !^ 1 ) e 1^ e TT)<vll<vcc," 
 
 SJNSJ01221CO &W CL?l]l?SJ5. 
 Fo^t) — 5<xu5 T<vT)e. 
 I. 
 Cfc. iOTt}Ti<vb 3t1.fi fttiTV|6 bo corr)T)vi)^\) f <v 't) coit)!), 
 
 Oo bf <vT)i)r at) 5-CJXU1C ro 'T)oir bu^ris^ 30 b^n, 
 
 í)lbe<vb <v^5 eulójjabó 'i) n)ttift 3e<vl le 1^t)o ce<vcc i)<x 1) o]béc, 
 Cixtt) i)<v rf\«v|3e <v-|3 03IAC <^fi <v Jt<v|b <xfq 3T)<\01. 
 
ItilSH MELODIES. 65 
 
 WEEP ON, WEEP ON. 
 Air — " The Song of Sorrow. " 
 I. 
 Weep on, weep on, your hour is past; 
 
 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; 
 
 The sage's tongue hath warn'd in vain: — 
 O Freedom! once thy flame hath fled, 
 It never lights again 
 
 II. 
 
 Weep on: perhaps in after days 
 
 They'll learn to love your name : 
 When many a deed may wake in praise 
 
 That long hath slept in blame. 
 And when they tread the ruin'd aisle 
 
 Where rest, at length, the lord and slave, 
 They'll wondering ask how hands so vile 
 
 Could conquer hearts so brave? 
 
 III. 
 " 'T was fate," they'll say, "a wayward fate, 
 
 Your web of discord wove; 
 And while your tyrants joined in hate, 
 
 You never joined in love. 
 But hearts fell off that ought to twine, 
 
 And man profan'd what God had given, 
 Till some were heard to curse the shrine 
 Where others knelt to Heaven." 
 
 :o: 
 
 THE ORIGIN OF THE HARP. 
 Aib— u Gage Fane" 
 I. 
 'Tis believed that this Harp, which I wake now for thee, 
 Was a Siren of old, who sung under the sea, 
 And who often, at eve, thro' the bnght waters rov'd, 
 To meet on the green shore a youth whom she lov'd. 
 
66 &toájN &jp éjVjnn. 
 
 ii. 
 
 &cc bub bin)ao-|T) <v ctifi<vri), óifi b' f?<v3 í 3AÓ oi6ce, 
 &13 cott)<v6 <vr)T) <v beofi<v|b <v -pole f^ne<ic buibe; 
 5u|v be-a-fic i)e<vii) le cfiu<vi5e ^ji f u init> i)* b-coi)i), 
 Of bé<vT)<v6 i)T)<x clíviTV]*e<vc fo r<ut) c-cvb'fic ? ot)t). 
 
 III. 
 t)u6 be<vf f°T <v T)-ucc, <vp <v-|tt '5tvu<vib H)ób bo l<vf, 
 'S it)'<\-\x e CTiillte<vc i)<v n)aTi<v, <v|fi <v cutt) c<vjic bo c<q* 
 '5ur <v -pole nlc i)<v t)-beoTi le n<Mti c<^rle<vc ° 'V c-rn-uc 
 Cu^c <v i)U<vp <vi|i <vt) 5-claift, be<xi)\xb ceub' \)\ n)-\)]i)X)-^\xt, 
 
 IV. 
 &i)i) <voi)fre<vcc 50 5-cluirce<\-n, o'i) 3-cl<v-|Tire<vc, jo <vi) p<vc, 
 
 5o T)-be<vTit)it b '<x T)-be<vlbu3<vb ó cqle b& no-|T)t) 
 Ceol 5é<xT)C|x<vc, yy ttje 5-a.TtT 1 bu^c; — 'ttije* 3 _ ci<xi),— 3111I- 
 c|ie<vc, bii)i5. 
 
 CUJC liVNN L0NKlT?ac éjT?e&NN 
 1^01)1) — Cfiu<vc*u) i)<v Téipe. 
 I. 
 Cu-|c l<n)i) Iot)T)tv<vc ei|te<u)T) le buill|6e Iuac<v, 3euti-qu3' 
 &.-|fi <xt) cé, bfi<v|c cI<vt)t) Uiroi3 <v'r b^r 5e<vll<v6 <vt) 1115: 
 'S i)| li<v btv<xoí) 5oi|tc 5ol<v, <v f<xlc<v6 ó't) b-pe<vll bub, 
 'Nfc. r5<vfibf<xji «MT 1 * cloi6e<xri) <5 f* p.uc fol<v <v cjioibe. 
 
 n. 
 
 D<v|i <xi) be<vfi3-fl*VTt), bf of qoi)t) l<*.T)t)-bttb Coi)óob<vifi ^5 
 ríi)e<x6,' 
 
 'Wuoqn bf Cfif l<voófi<v Ul<v^6 <v le<vb<i ^ol<v p<xo] fu<vi): 
 D<v|v t)oc c|ieuT)-cot)n<v c<vc<\. 0113 botifvcvb Y ^5 ljon<vb 
 
 &. feól i)<v 3<vir51^l5 50 btt<vb<vc, Y 50 Cfte-|r<vri)<vil cuti) 
 
 CU<V]1), 
 
 in. 
 
 20óibi37t)Uib cúiqu3<xb: 6 fl<u)r' bíbrr)tt"|b' f<xl<vri): 
 t>fÓe<vb <xt) Ó15 5<vi) cé^le, bf6e<v6 <vt) ó|iuc 3<vt) ceol, lí<vt)T); 
 
 t)í6e<x8 <vi) ce<vll<xc 5ai) fu<v7vc<vf, ']• 5<xi) ]*aocjiu5<vÓ <vt) 
 c<vI<vtt) ; 
 5o 3-cív|it)c<vtv C|iOTT)-bío5<vlc<vf <vi)tt<vf oqft -a ce<xT)i). 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 
 
 II. 
 
 Bat she lov'd him in vain, for he left her to weep, 
 Aud in tears, all the night, her gold tresses to steep, 
 Till Heaven look'd with pity on true love so warm, 
 And chang'd to this soft Harp the sea-maiden's form. 
 
 HI. 
 
 Still her bosom rose fair — still her cheeks smil'd the same- 
 While the sea-beauties gracefully form'd the light frame ; 
 And her hair, as, let loose, o'er her light form it lell, 
 Was chang'd to bright chords, utt'ring melody's spell. 
 
 VI. 
 Hence it came, that this soft Harp so long hath been known 
 To mingle love's language with sorrow's sad tone ; 
 Till thou didst divide them and teach the fond lay 
 To speak love when I'm near thee, and grief when away 1 
 
 AVENGING AND BRIGHT. 
 
 Aie — " Crochan of the Fenians" 
 
 I. 
 
 Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin 
 On him who the brave sons of Usna betrayed — 
 
 For every fond eye he hath waken'd a tear in, 
 
 A drop from his heart-wounds shall weep o'er her blade. 
 
 II. 
 
 By the red cloud that hung over Conor's dark dwelling, 
 When Ulad's three champions lay sleeping in gore — 
 
 By the billows of war, which so often, high swelling, 
 Have wafted these heroes to victory's shore — 
 
 in. 
 
 We swear to avenge them! — no joy shall be tasted, 
 The harp shall be silent, the maiden unwed, 
 
 Our halls shall be mute and our fields shall lie wasted, 
 Till vengeance is wreaked on the murderer's head I 
 
68 &t)12&]N &J1? éjttjnn. 
 
 IV. 
 & T?f5 ! 5Í6 5tt|i H)ilir <^n tt)-b<v-|le bo Tt)0<vbTiÚ5<vb; 
 
 5^6 5U|i c<viCT)e<vTÍ)<vc n<v beon.<v bo Tilce<xfi le b&iTÍ): 
 5f6 5U|i <voibiT) 5<vc 5e<vt) a^ lucc cívnb<v|r <v'r c<vb|i<v, 
 
 Le bío5<vlc<vp <W bi<vT)-ojic T)f'l <von iy|b có f&ifi). 
 
 ^01)1)— Du<vl 7)<v b-f e<v6 31*1*. 
 
 I. 
 
 C& at) T/<u)5<vl ro léiTx-TT)e<vf3C<v le bu<v-ibrie<vb 'f le 1*05 
 
 & n.u<\.i3e<vr <v cé-|le tí)<vti cot)T)<v t)<x ^ji^g: 
 'S <vn. rú-ile, <M5 T1^ c beon, i)o le 3*v|tióe<vc<v-r beo, 
 
 W<\-\1 T)<V C01t)T), C15 50 btlb, 1)0 50 lOT)T)fl<VC <V||l cn.4.13: 
 
 t)f6e<\T)7) <xn. 5-cle<vr<v -a.13 re<xcc b'éir <*-T* t)-<vt)tió co C1Ú5 
 
 5o 5-cluii)ce<vrv <vi) 56.1716-7101 ri) c^rrja^Ó r)<v fúl; 
 'S x)\ lu<xire bo nlce<vn. <vt) bn.<xoi) cn.u<M3 e le bn.uc 
 
 'Nfc. cu?t)<vile<u)T) é, cle^ce t)<v b<vo-|fe <v|ri riú'ó<vl, 
 &cc fúb ojic : t)í fí<vT)^<vib <vot) bl<vr *]ji <vt) c-f A05<vl, 
 
 Le ce<vi)i)<vib ríoti-cjiíonnA, 'j* le cfioibqb fíofi-beo. 
 &-1T 1 <vji 3-cn.AT), bfbe<vb <xt) 1^3-bn.ón c& le 3&ifibeAr <v TV3&0I 
 
 'S <vi) luit)i)e bibe<vr lo|t)gjie<vc, 3e&fin.-f<vo5l<!ic 50 beo. 
 
 n. 
 
 '?^u<xitt <v cuitie<vb' ai) C-05IAC le roi3ce<vc can) rí* u c\ 
 Cn-Í tt)<x3<v 5l<vf 5rvi<M)Tt)<vTv', 3<vt) brión «.in. <v ó|ioibe ; 
 
 Do b' <xe|i<vc <v fújle <v5Uf b' <vluiT)o <v cn.uc, 
 
 'H *v|c bu<vl3<\ip, <vi3 cn.uir)T)1u5<x6 t)<v Tn-bl&c aiji <vt) 
 
 SOocfi júb c ^ 5 Tt)A|t rt)e, bn.e<vTt) b'&fi bu<vl bóib lfot)<\6 
 
 &T TV>ut <vt) f:fo|i-eoluir, ca lfoT)rt)<vn., i)e<vri)-3<xT), 
 Cíon)fiÚ3<vb t)<v Tt)-bluc, c<v|C i)\ l& p<xb<v <v|3 TÍne<x6 
 
 & l&1Tt)e : 't <v foice<vc 3-A.1) bfiaoi) <v|n. b|C <vt)t). 
 ?lcc r^b o|ic: 'i)u<vin. crtttini)"|5e<q* at) bíori)ao-(nev\r blíxc 
 
 Lé cfió-|T)-fle<vr5 <v 6e<vlb, n)<x cuice<vr)n <\oi) bn.<voi) 
 cob<x|i t)<v l)-e'<v5T)A. <vifi builleo5 t<v C|iív, 
 
 5o cjnce, bé]6 r^r c<v ) 5^0 ceaf<vcc, rr;o ri)i<xn. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 09 
 
 IV. 
 
 Yes, monarch! though sweet are our home recollections, 
 Though sweet are the tears that from tenderness fall ; 
 
 Though sweet are our friendships, our hopes, and affections, 
 Revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all ! 
 
 :o: : 
 
 THIS LIFE IS ALL CHEQUER'D. 
 
 An* — " The Bench of Green Rushes" 
 
 I. 
 
 This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes, 
 
 That chase one another like waves of the deep — 
 Each brightly or darkly, as onward it flows, 
 
 Reflecting our eyes as they sparkle or weep. 
 So closely our whims on our miseries tread, 
 
 That the laugh is awak'd ere the tear can be dried; 
 And, as fast as the rain-drop of Pity is shed, 
 
 The goose-plumage of Folly can turn it aside 
 But pledge me the cup— if existence would cloy, 
 
 With hearts ever happy and heads ever wise, 
 Be ours the light Sorrow, half-sister to Joy, 
 
 And the short, brilliant Folly that flashes and dies. 
 
 II. 
 
 When Hylas was sent with his urn to the fount, 
 
 Thro' fields tull of sunshine, with heart full of play, 
 Light rambled the boy over meadow and mount, 
 
 Ana neglected his task for the flowers on the way. 
 Thus many, like me, who in youth should have tasted 
 
 The fountain that runs by Philosophy's shrine, 
 Their time with the flowers on the margin have wasted, 
 
 And left their bright urns all as empty as mine. 
 But pledge me the goblet — while Idleness weaves 
 
 Her flowerets together, should Wisdom but see 
 One bright drop or two that has fall'n on the leaves 
 
 From her fountain divine, 'tis sufficient for me. 
 
70 &TO&JKI &J12 ejPJNR 
 
 CPJÓ JNNJS FUjL 
 
 &13 T*-1T)ce<vi5 't) 'b&il 
 
 Siub<vl leo 'f^ b-peuji 
 'Sce^c 5<vece ó i)-<v c<vif5e; 
 
 ^m Fe<x6 i)<v rM3« 
 
 C15 feuji c|ii-6l<voi5e 
 T<xo] 6fiucc<i be<vlji<v, ^alcu^ce, 
 
 '5ur é co 5lar 
 
 l_e rtt)ív^Ó5 be<vf 
 Ctifb' rcívcat) cjiírql c<vlcu-|5ce. 
 &i) c-re<vTT)ttÓ5, c& 5l<vt rfrri-buai) <vr) c-re<\Tt)nó*5! 
 
 Oe 6uilleÓ5 r3<M é > 
 ,&13 F1 le 'r F**1 é i 
 
 II. 
 &15 ^1T3 e ? <M3 T^8, 
 
 " Y b<U1) CÍV f <V01 bl&C, 
 
 N<v T e <>lbe TT)<v0T)e c|i<vobv\Tt)<iil'." 
 
 " Nf l)-<vit)U cív," 
 
 Do f?|ie<v3<vi|v 5tiív6, 
 " Le tt)' í?e<xTi<vT)-r' <vi) b-jl' <vo]be<vTt)<vil." 
 
 &cc 6e<vjic ']*<*■ b-peun 
 
 Cní 6l<voi5 't) c-rÍ5 3eitn, 
 Suf 1 5<viti <v|Ti j:e<v6 i)<x rpéijxe : 
 
 "1\I<v 7*501 lcfb <u) bl&c 
 
 5^6, 5<xir5e 'f 5p,e<\.T) T)<v l)-eirie!" 
 <xt) c-re<vTt)|iÓ5, c<v 5W, |*írv-bu<vi), <u) c-re<vTt)|iÓ5! 
 Oe 6uilleo5 T5<vic, 
 
 , &13 Fi le 'r fi^ic, 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 71 
 
 OH! THE SHAMROCK! 
 
 Air — " Alley Cro~ker, n 
 
 Through Erin's Isle, 
 
 To sport awhile, 
 As Love and Valor wander'd, 
 
 With Wit, the sprite, 
 
 Whose quiver bright 
 A thousand arrows squander'd; 
 
 Where'er they pass, 
 
 A triple grass 
 Shoots up with dew-drops streaming, 
 
 As softly green 
 
 As emerald seen 
 Thro' purest crystal gleaming. 
 Oh! the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! 
 
 The chosen leaf 
 
 Of Bard and Chief, 
 Old Erin's native Shamrock I 
 
 II. 
 
 Says Yalor — "See, 
 
 They spring for me, 
 Those leafy gems of morning !" 
 
 Says Love u No, no, 
 
 For me they grow, 
 My fragrant path adorning." 
 
 But Wit perceives 
 
 The triple leaves, 
 And cries, "Oh! do not sever 
 
 A type that blends 
 
 Three godlike friends, 
 Love, Yalor, Wit, for ever!" 
 Oh! the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! 
 
 The chosen leaf 
 
 Of Bard and Chief, 
 Old Erin's native Shamrock ! 
 
72 ZibU&JU &JT2 éjPJNN. 
 
 III. 
 Co bfiir ri°n, 
 
 Dfbe<vb ce<vT)i) 50 rfaT 1 
 &T) 0111113 <vi) Uv 11b 'ce<v.T)5<v|l, 
 
 'S <vifi e^ce <vi) 5<vic, 
 
 Wa cuice<vb b<vc, 
 &1) bon)bl<vif, 1)6 <v f<ut)<v|l! 
 
 5l<vi)<vb bo l)-eu3, 
 
 &i) 3Tiiv6 bjifr brieuj, 
 <vi) T)50jxc civ ^<voi 'i) <v ri)<xoivr<vcc, 
 
 'S T)ív coi5e<x6 50 beo, 
 
 & bfi<vc f<v T)5lco, 
 5<vif3e 't) <v3<vi6 t)<v r<vorir<vcc' ; 
 
 <vi) c-fe<vTT)|ió5, c<v sUr, rm-tia^j <u> c-re^^nó^! 
 
 ,&13 Fi le 'r f^f, 
 
 'Rv-p éijie' <xTt)^T) <vt) c-]*e<vTt) 1x051 
 : o : 
 
 05-1&0C wa pawN. 
 
 TOT)"!)— 2t)Ó|lÍT). 
 
 I. 
 
 CO Cfl1<vll CUTT) C<XC<V 05"1<V0C 1)<V Ti<M)i), 
 
 lívfi t)ixTT)<vib eifie<vi)t) ivjir<vi5e ; 
 l<vi)t) <\c<v|t ^ivir5ce <vi|i 50 ce<vi)t), 
 
 &i)i) <vo-|T)fre<vcc le t)-<v clivijvns. 
 " a cffi t)<v i)-bivT)!" bein <vt) Uoc-ceoil 37111)1), 
 
 D<v TT)-beibe<\b <vt) f<vo5<vl bo b 1 6<vofi<vb, 
 Cív <vot) critic <vtt)ívit) le bo ri)ol<xb 30 bl1)f), 
 
 'S <voi) l<vi)i) <vii)&ii) le bo f<xofi<v6." 
 
 II. 
 Do citic <vi) b'cvub ! <vcc tt)ív cujc, 30 ^óill, 
 
 t)í <v Cfioibe i)eATr)-e<v3l<vc, cfieiii)rt)<vfi; 
 &Y Ti<vob -pé ceubcv clfcififise <vi) ceo]l, 
 
 Do -pctt-cvb tó, <vt) cjiiv b| toui)tt)<\ti : 
 &'f búb<vitic, " Nf it)illf:]b cuii)3 bo 511c, 
 
 a c|iuic c<vo^n f)<v b-f e<vc r<*oji<v ; 
 Jt i)í cluiT)fé<\|v 30 l)-eu5 b° ^ 1 ) bi T)t)-r nuc, 
 
 Liv|i bjiuibe <v 1 |* b|ióiT) t)<v cíjie." 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 73 
 
 HI. 
 
 So firmly fond 
 
 May last the bond 
 They wove that morn together; 
 
 And ne'er may fall 
 
 One drop of gall 
 On "Wit's celestial feather! 
 
 May Love, as twine 
 
 His flowers divine, 
 Of thorny falsehood weed 'em! 
 
 May Valor ne'er 
 
 His standard rear 
 Against the cause of Freedom ! 
 Chi the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock! 
 
 The chosen leat 
 
 Of Bard and Chief, 
 Old Erin's native Shamrock I 
 
 :o: 
 
 THE MINSTREL BOY. 
 
 Air — " Moreen.' 1 '' 
 I. 
 The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone ; 
 
 In the ranks of death you'll find him : 
 His father's sword he has girded on, 
 
 And his wild harp slung behind him. 
 "Land of Song!" said the warrior bard, 
 
 "Tho' all the world betrays thee, 
 One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard, 
 
 One faithful harp shall praise thee!" 
 
 II. 
 
 The Minstrel fell! — but the foeman's chain 
 
 Could not bring his proud soul under; 
 The harp he lov'd never spoke again, 
 
 For he tore its chords asunder; 
 And said, " No chains shall sully thee, 
 
 Thou soul of love and bravery ! 
 Thy songs were made for the pure and free, 
 
 They shall never sound in slavery !" 
 
74 M)T2ftJKl &J12 ejPJMN. 
 
 TPoi)i) — 20oll T2u<\b i)<v rr)*]br)e. 
 
 &01) CU<VC05 <vii)^t) <vf5 <VT) bOflAf 
 
 D'e^f <xt)iott)<v6 cu<v-|6 t<\jic <mti *i) S-c^T 1 » 
 
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 Civ f ú<vric<xf TT)OTi-fi<vT)f<vTt)ail <vt) c-f<vo,5<vil fO 
 
 CO TT)ivl <v'f CO CfXOTT) 'ce<VCC CUT!) 6^00, 
 
 N<ic t)' <vmi5ee-A.fi <vcc 'i)-eif <v bul fjof 60 
 
 ?Vt) c-<xoibT)e<vf bf lé T)-<v lino: 
 <\cc be TT)órr)éib tt)a|i tub bfbe<v6 <vn Ti)-be<\c<v 
 
 '5<v be<vlb<vb 50 qu.5, blue 50 leófi, 
 Do C15 <vf ucc f|<vT)f' lé lu<vf fi<vc<v, 
 
 '5uf é<v5<xf 'f <v 5-cu<vc <v lív|x beóji. 
 
 II. 
 
 tV-(3 fiúb<vl 6u-|T)T) <v|Tt. -A3<vib, i)<vc cI<voi)tí)A.ji, 
 5e<vtvfi T c í c ^0 5Uc<vb 'f<v' cti<i, 
 
 &1fl b<V|t)fe<VC T1)<Vfl fO <vlU"(T)T) 3^ &T)TT)<Vft, 
 
 I3fbe<vf l&fi o't) co|i-f ivf<v)5 F^ 1 blivc. 
 &cc beif7ti5, bf6e<vi)T) <ut) 'bl<vob<vc <\ coibce, 
 
 5eun 5f%e<vb<vb t)<v i)-u<v|fxe 3<vt) fcfc, 
 Sé 'f f<vTT}<v|l bó <vifbe<vTi 1)<* 3<vo-|ce, 
 
 'Nu<xin <v Tt)e<vf3 bl<vc bíbeaf <v flÍ3. 
 &cc be TT)ón)éib Tt)<v|i f úb bibe<vb <vji Tt)-be<vc<!i 
 
 '5<v be<vlb<xb 50 qu3 blur 30 leófv, 
 Do C15 <vf ucc f i<vT)f' le lu<xf n<vc<v, 
 
 '5ur é<v5<vf 'f <v 5-ctt<vc <v l<vfi beófi. 
 
 in. 
 
 N<vc foilfe<vc bo bf <vi) 3m<M) <M3 cl<\oi)<vb* 
 N<vc be<vlji<vc bo be<vftc <vt) tt)Uiti f <voi ? 
 
 2D<xfi fúb, 'f bú<vl 3<vc fle<vb <vi3 f<vor)<x6, 
 t)eic Ti)<v|t |ié<vlc <vt) l<ve bul 'i)o<v lu^be. 
 
 Do coT)T)<v(tic Ti)<vfi cTiioci)ai3 fe <v|f be<vfi, 
 &15 eéil3<xi) <v 5<vece f<vo] cor)*), 
 
IElSff MELODIES. 76 
 
 ONE BUMPER AT PARTING. 
 Air — " Moll Roe in the Morning." 
 
 I. 
 
 One bumper at parting! — tho' many 
 
 Have circled the board since we met, 
 The fullest, the saddest of any 
 
 Remains to be crown'd by us yet. 
 The sweetness that pleasure hath in it 
 
 Is always so slow to come forth, 
 That seldom, alas! till the minute 
 
 It dies, do we know halt its worth. 
 But, come — may our life's happy measure 
 
 Be all of such moments made up ; 
 They're born on the bosom of pleasure, 
 
 They die 'midst the tears of the cup. 
 
 II. 
 
 As onward we journey, how pleasant 
 
 To pause and inhabit awhile 
 Those few sunny spots, like the present, 
 
 That 'mid the dull wilderness smile ! 
 But Time, like a pitiless master, 
 
 Cries " Onward!" and spurs the gay hours ; — 
 Ah, never doth Time travel faster 
 
 Than when his way lies among flowers. 
 But come — may our life's happy measure 
 
 Be all of such moments made up ; 
 They're born on the bosom of pleasure, 
 
 They die 'midst the tears of the cup. 
 
 III. 
 
 "We saw how the sun look'd in sinking, 
 
 The waters beneath him how bright; 
 And now let our farewell of drinking 
 
 Resemble that farewell of light. 
 You saw how he finished, by darting 
 
 His beams o'er a dark billow's brim; — 
 
76 ^TOájN &J12 éjPJMN. 
 
 'S -a lívi) cuo^c Tt)a|i fub loi)i)|i<vc b<virc<v|t 
 PoiTT) tcívp<x6 a|i 5-cfiU"|T)7)U5<tÓ le ?ot)T) 
 
 &cc be Tt)<5it)éib TT)<vp. fúb bi6e<vb <\|i n)-be<vc<a. 
 '5 <v be<xlb<vb 50 qu5 blúc 30 leó>, 
 
 Oo q5 <vf ucc Tl^r' * e lu<v T |i<^<v, 
 
 '5uf é<v5<vf 'f <v 5*cu<vc <v la.fi beóft. 
 
 200 si4ki ijfij acc cpá ftejójó. 
 
 Tot)1)— 2Doll 12 úg. 
 1. 
 2t)o flívT) l^b ! <vcc efiti béibib <v|5 fr<vilqÚ3<vb t)a. l)-oibce, 
 Do búr5<vr bir)T) ceolr<x '5117 |*u<vTic<Jir ti)e<vr5 r<u>i 
 "N<v be<xTiTt)<vbv\ibe <\t) c<xn<xib, biÓe<xb 0115 cufi ofifi<v bitr)T) 
 'S T)e<vTT)-fuiTt)<vTT)Ail <vt)T) 5<vc bfióo, 't)t)<x fujóe l^b lé pOT)t). 
 
 TiUfib Tvir 5 A1 ) <^Tt)n^r * Bfióo', <v5ur t)1 bé^b 
 
 De'i) ív|vb-TT)UiT3Í5ií) a bfteu5 é, <vot) leacc<v 'oo<v Í>1<M5, 
 &cr t)í -nl^<x-|6 -af <v cw\ti)r)e, be o^bce t)o be lív, 
 
 5un C05 rib* Se r^ T)-<vrrj no, 3<vc brtóo <v5ur 5<vc cri^.6. 
 
 n. 
 
 Le lii)i) ce<vcc i)<v t)-oibce úb n<u)|*<vTt)l<v, 't)t)<v <x nj-bíbeapr) 
 
 5<vc cjioibe Uir) be feat) <v'r 3<vc cu<xc U\r) be frfor) 
 
 2t)ív'f boTic<v t)o loooi^c bé]be<vr N)o f|ú ><vL <m)0T <v c-flÍ3e, 
 
 Déi6e<xb l-|b, <v c&ijibe, <v r)-]r)€]X)i) 'f <v 3-c|to]be. 
 
 2Vt)T) bu|H)5Txeai)o <v'r tiuri rú,5<M5ll bé]b <v5<xtt) ixo:t)T) 
 
 &5Uf tt)' <vi5t)e <vi3 éirceívcr le bujx 5-ceoUib 50 b]07); 
 
 )r <\oibiT)i), n)<x bfbe<vT)n <vot) be r)<x f l<vc<x-|b le F«v5<xil, 
 
 & bé]f\ve<vr, u Jr ctiu<v3 3<\t) é <\5<\]t)T) <u)r>r <v' b&il." 
 
 m. 
 
 'N <v|íi)beoii) 5AÓ bó-beirtc b'<v i)--|it)Tteai)T) <xi) r<v<>5<U 
 I3íbe<vi)i) b'é^r t)<v rélt)e, CAffe $e<vl <v'r FUréeoiU, 
 Oo ctbce<v|v Iívtv bjióii) <vsur in>i)íbe T)a l)-oibce 
 'eibi^ce leir *V rseirt) <vift <v be&5-5T)áir bo bf. 
 5o rt)-bub bu<vi) le^r <vT)5-cuirt)T)e ro bo lfoí)P<vn njo cfioibe, 
 ^TAtv <vt) roice<xc Tt)-b1be<vT)T) yát jxóy b 1 <x f ]\c at)T), <v'f b|if5, 
 ^Uív b]iirr<vn é Y ")^ buúi5c<ve|v, 50 T)-bé<vi)c<vri bé rpfiéjb, 
 Ué]bb<vUb bjié<v5 i)<xj\ór, <vi fi 5<^c j\o]i)r) be'i) c-roice<vc crié. 
 
IHlStí MELODIES. 7? 
 
 So, fill up, let *s shine at our parting, 
 
 In full, liquid glory, like him. 
 And oh ! may our life's happy measure 
 
 Of moments like this be made up ; 
 'T was born on the bosom of pleasure, 
 
 It dies 'mid the tears of the cup. 
 
 : o : 
 
 FAREWELL !— BUT WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE 
 
 HOUR. 
 Am— "Moll Boone: 1 
 I. 
 Farewell!— but whenever you welcome the hour 
 That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, 
 Then think of the friend who once welcom'd it too, 
 And forgot his own griefs to be happy with you. 
 His grieis may return, not a hope may remain 
 Of the few that have brightened his pathway of pain : 
 But he ne'er will forget the short vision that threw 
 Its enchantment around him, while ling'ring with you. 
 
 H. 
 
 And still on that evening, when pleasure fills up 
 
 To the highest top sparkle each heart and each cup, 
 
 Where'er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright, 
 
 My soul, happy friends, shall be with you that night; 
 
 Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your wiles, 
 
 And return to me beaming all o'er with your smiles — 
 
 Too blest if it tells me that, 'mid the gay cheer, 
 
 Some kind voice had murmur'd, " I wish he were herel" 
 
 III. 
 
 Let fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, 
 Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; 
 Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, 
 And bring back the features that joy used wear. 
 Long, long be my heart with such memories filled ! 
 Like the vase in which roses have once been distill'd ; — 
 You may break, you may ruin the vase, if you will, 
 But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. 
 
a, cuj2í)Kie iea,c ejúijN, seOo 's ssa/jc $jse. 
 
 Toi)!)— D<v tt)-bttÓ Cléi|xe<vc rtjé. 
 
 & ctiitt)í)e leoic e^blti), reob 'r T3<M é ó^e 
 
 $T* Tt)-b<vile, '6' £<u) ru<v|Tic A3ur T^l") F^oi T c ^c 
 
 Nu<vi|v bo cófitti5 Uilli<vTi) eilcrie<vc Tt)<vfi ce^le í, 
 'S bf <v b-ce-cxcfi) ^<vo] cu]n)]-\ic jv|<v5<xlc<vir 5fiíxí5. 
 
 II. 
 
 t] <vj5 T<\oc|iU5<x6 <v i)-<voit)fre<vcc £<uv| ba^re<xc <v'r ri<vt), 
 '5uf bubonic Uilli<xii) p<v beois lé bub-bfiÓT) cp.o]be: 
 
 " & t)-<vic eile cójio^rr)\x-\b cív|i)ce 'sur bíot)," 
 
 '5uf cfv|<vll rí ó' Tt)-b<v|le <v|5 ort)<vi5e<vl Y<v c-rlióc. 
 
 m. 
 
 Du6 ^<xb<v 'f bub ruiTire<vc <v|3 riúb<d bo bf, 
 
 '5ur <M3i)e i)<v l)-ói5e le in)t)íb j:<u)n ; 
 'Nu<xiti <V15 cl<xot)<vb l<ve boiT){T)o, bf 5<vtib lé 5<voc, 
 
 Súb <vitv atí)<vtic, l<vt)i) fUc<vti)<vil <v Uvji i)<* 5-cfi<vr)i). 
 
 IV. 
 
 " Zn)t) ro," <v|n *V c-Ó3-fre<vTv "3l<*.c<vTT)Uib rcfc, 
 G& <vi) o^bce Tn<vll '5Uf <vi) 3<voc ce<vt)T):" 
 
 Do fé^b fe <u) c-<vb<vTic le iort)coi7i «vnb-r<*.oi, 
 
 'S b' uti)lui5 <v-|5 bul ]*ce<vc bó, <vt) bo||ifeoifi <x ce<vT)r). 
 
 "O' fív|lre, be<vi) u<vr^il," bo 5&m *i) 1*^01; 
 
 U, S le<vc <xi) colli <v'r <vi) but) T°? 'r 5^c t>^6 cív oidt) ;" 
 &r bív^ib, Tt)e<sif bfv|<vcn<v, <v |ioiib <vt)i)c<v b]ii3, 
 
 V1T 1 TÍ C-|Blfi> be<vT)-q5e<vTvt)<v 1?of i)<x 1<vt)t>. 
 
 VI. 
 
 'S <mti * cé^le cfc. ríon-ce<vt)<vn)ail Y sr^ac <vi) Iu<ví), 
 0'i<xnn UiUi<v.tt) <vt) c-eilcrie<xc 'r bo póf Tt)<v|i ií)T)<jioi, 
 
 S<v <v l&|i i)a 5-cri<vt)T) q5e<vTii)<vTf)<vil c& ré<v3ti<vc, bu<U), 
 20<vfv 'f oii) ce<xcfT) ó <vji cói3e-a.b e&' 5i)<vof. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 79 
 
 YOU REMEMBER ELLEN. 
 Air — " Were I a clerk. 11 
 
 I. 
 
 You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride, 
 
 How meekly she bless'd her humble lot, 
 When the stranger, William, had made her his bride, 
 
 And love was the light of their lowly cot. 
 
 n. 
 
 Together they toil'd through winds and rains, 
 
 Till William, at length, in sadness said : 
 " We must seek our fortune on other plains;" 
 
 Then, sighing she left her lowly shed. 
 
 ni. 
 
 They roam'd a long and a weary way, 
 
 Nor much was the maiden's heart at ease, 
 
 When now, at the close of one stormy day, 
 They see a proud castle among the trees. 
 
 IV. 
 
 " To night," said the youth, " we'll shelter there; 
 
 "The wind blows cold, the hour is late:" 
 So he blew the horn with a chieftain's air, 
 
 And the porter bow'd as they passed the gate. 
 
 "Now, welcome, Lady!" exclaim'd the youth ; 
 
 " This castle is thine, and these dark woods alll'* 
 She believ'd him craz'd, but his words were truth, 
 
 For Ellen is Lady of Rosna Hall I 
 
 VI. 
 
 And dearly the lord of Rosna loves 
 
 What William, the stranger, woo'd and wed ; 
 And the light of bliss in these, lordly groves, 
 
 Is pure as it shone in the lowly shed. 
 
so *toegn &jt? éjpjm 
 
 O0 SUJITJNN 2BUJNJ5JKI Sbe&UGílÓ. 
 TPot)i)— &1) c|i<vi)-Ti6|-<x. 
 
 1. 
 
 Co sa^ffiTO ti)ttii)i3ii) ii)e<vUc<vc, 
 
 D<v 6-c|té^5feív-r<v Tt)e, <v 5fi*v6; 
 Do cotoiT)^i)t) c<vfi<v|b fre<xllc<vc', 
 
 D<v b-^e<xllftk.-'T<v OTirt) 't^ 1 ) efifc. 
 ?lcc £<vb <v'f c& bo bl<xb-be<vric 
 
 &15 roilHÚ5<x6 <xm tt}0 fli3e 30 bu<n), 
 "Nf bé^6 bTiÓT) otut), <v ceuí>re<v|ic, 
 
 N<vc 5-cui|ifi6 cu 50 rfoTv f<xoi fu<vi). 
 
 II. 
 
 Nfl <vt)i)r <vi) c-rA03<vl 50 l)-uile, 
 2Do cji&Ó-ctÓ, -0.511 r cá bqc lion>; 
 
 C& <voibi)e<vp 5<u) bjle, . 
 
 'á 5<vi) W\T) le<vc, 't)0<*. bu<v|brié<x6 cjxoh): 
 
 'S Tt)é fTt)U<vit)e<xb oiic-foi, <v fe<v|ic rf)o cjioibe, 
 
 'M^. 'i) rúb<vc<vr 'r up, 'r ir aeri-a-ise, 
 
 'S rt)é T5<i7ic<v u<vic-]*é le njo b^c. 
 
 m. 
 
 5ib 3U|v £e<vll t)<v 3e<vllc<v 
 
 Do ce<U,5 ni)T) lé clu<vit) 'f le bfieti.3 
 'S 5UT1 cu<xti búmt) bo be^c n)e<vllc<v, 
 
 t)eic <v ci)úc leo <v|iír 50 l)- ett 3- 
 Dé^Ó foluf <vr>f <v búb<vc<n), 
 
 &15 c|ieotiU5<v6 tt)' <vifbiTi ^e<xfb<v coibce; 
 
 20<V|V C*l 't) 1T)Cle<XCC rC15 1)<VC TT)ÚC<U)T), 
 
 St'f leuf bo Tttjíse^b <v b-p<vf5<vb <vji b-cfé. 
 
 IV. 
 
 D'é^f <vi) c-foluir <v beic tt)Úcc<v, 
 
 Do cfieoTttt"|5 é CTifb <vt) c-rl-|5e, 
 G"I5 e<v5l<x <vi|i f:e<vji fiúb<xlc<v 
 
 
l&ISH MELODIES. Si 
 
 I'D MOURN THE HOPES THAT LEAVE ME. 
 Air— 4 ' The Rose Tree." 
 
 I. 
 
 I'd mourn the hopes that leave me, 
 
 If thy smiles had left me too; 
 I'd weep when friends deceive me, 
 
 If thou wert, like them, untrue. 
 But while I've thee before me, 
 
 With heart so warm and eyes so bright, 
 No clouds can linger,, o'er me, 
 
 Thy smile turns them all to light. 
 
 n. 
 
 'Tis not in fate to harm me, 
 
 While fate leaves thy love to me; 
 'Tis not in joy to charm me, 
 
 Unless joy be shared with thee. 
 One moment's dream about thee, 
 
 Were worth a long, an endless year 
 Of waking bliss without thee, 
 
 My own love, my only dear! 
 
 III. 
 
 And tho' the hope be gone, love, 
 
 That long sparkled o'er our way, 
 Oh I we shall journey on, love, 
 
 More safely without its ray. 
 Far better lights shall win me 
 
 Along the path I've yet to roam — 
 The mind that burns within me, 
 
 And pure smiles from thee at home. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Thus, when the lamp that lighted 
 The traveller, at first, goes out, 
 
 He feels awhile benighted, 
 
 And looks round in fear and doubt; 
 
?lt)12ájN &JT2 éjPJNN. 
 
 ftcc fóf le Iócji<vt)t) fieulc<v 
 
 Jf loi)i)Ti<vc, re<vr")<*.c pe<vfb<v «c fmb<vl, 
 OifV i)f'l leuf <vj5 bé<vlfi<vb i)eulc<v, 
 
 20<vji <vi) leuf <v ci5 ó |V|5 i)<x t)-búl. 
 
 1^01)1) — C<v|líi) be<xf cfiucotÓ i)<v rt)-bó. 
 
 t)' <voib]i)T) <u) 5le<xT)T), bf jió?i)<ut) TÍ^ce, 
 
 &i)i) <vji fíívs ?t)e tt)o cé-|le Y tt)o 5|i*vb 
 
 3T l)f TT)é le T^OITT) <V' 1TT)T)í6e lfOT)C<V, 
 
 O' ^5 tt) 1 <xi5t)e f<voi HWb <v'r F*<>1 í3^ é - 
 Cot%ui5 ttjé <xi) leuf, bo 5e<vll tt) 1 <voi)-fe<xfic, 
 
 Do l<v]*<\.6, le n)o foilfU5<v6 ']*<*• c-i*ll3e, 
 &cc bu6 6íoTt)<voiT), T)eoiTT)-fíéjn)<!iTT)<vTl tt)o 5eujv6e<xjic. 
 
 Le l-jT)i) cfiort)<vc<xii) T)eulc<v i)<v t)-oibce. 
 
 II. 
 
 t)f <v teoTT)Ti<v <v b'io^tu^e^T 5<vt) qoi)ol, 
 Co u<vi5t)e<vc Tt)<vTi u<v|tt), <vcc tt)0 cn&b! 
 
 N<xc rí^ce f<x i)-u<viTt) bf <xt) bfiuiT)T)e<vll, 
 'M ív-)c ealui5ce 50 T)&itie<xc 'r^ cfifc.. 
 
 t)f <XT) CJIU-|C CeÓlTT)<Xfl CflOCCÍV <V|fl <VT) TÍ)-b<vll<V, 
 
 Le 01 Tt)-b|ieu5P<xb rt)0 bfiót). <vt) be<vt) 05, 
 &cc <vi) lívrt), <v T5 e 1 c <v cedl crifb <xt) c<xll<x, 
 C*v <vi5 ewe <vi5 <v 5-coi5TiÍ5e<xc p<voi £05. 
 
 m. 
 
 í)í <x?t) <vi)i% 01 ce^le c<vti), clu<vit)e<vc, 
 
 Ofc. T)bé<vT)F<xi6e <vi) riofTt)<v bub lÚ5<v, 
 &15 c u t l bo leic cív-|l-|6e<!icr<v \u<\-\r)e&c\ 
 
 Lé-\tr)?c cvb U\T)i) b 1 fifi <v cof^c bo cl^u: 
 &cc <xT)oif, <\ l5e<iT) t)<v b-c&ifi-rseul '-p t)<x i)-b&í)c<v, 
 
 Jr CTitt<villi5e 'r ir ^jicn^ms^ c^l, 
 Deitifé<xTi leó|t-cúiciÚ5<vb cfiotT) <xi)T) bo c^t)ce, 
 
 Cfxé éfie<vc V]* cfié cjiívb Ji)fe-f:^l. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 83 
 
 But soon, the prospect clearing, 
 
 By cloudless starlight on he treads, 
 And thinks no lamp so cheering 
 
 As that light which Heaven sheds. 
 
 :o: 
 
 THE VALLEY LAY SMILING BEFORE ME. 
 Aib — " The pretty girl milking her cow.' 1 '' 
 
 I. 
 
 The valley lay smiling hefore me 
 
 Where lately I left her behind; 
 Yet, I trembled, and something hung o'er me 
 
 That sadden'd the joy of my mind. 
 I look'd for the lamp which she told me, 
 
 Sould shine when her pilgrim return'd, 
 But, though darkness began to enfold me, 
 
 No lamp from the battlements burn'd. 
 
 II. 
 
 I flew to her chamber — 'twas lonely, 
 
 As if the lov'd tenant lay dead: — 
 Ah, would it were death, and death only ; 
 
 But no, the young false one had fled I 
 And there hung the lute that could soften 
 
 My very worst pains into bliss, 
 While the hand that had wak'd it so often 
 
 Now throbb'd to a proud rival's kiss, 
 
 III. 
 
 There was a time, falsest of women! 
 
 When Breffni's good sword would have sought 
 That man, through a million of foemen, 
 
 Who dar'd but to doubt thee in thought I 
 While now — O degenerate daughter 
 
 Of Erin! how fall'n is thy fame! 
 Thro' ages of bondage and slaughter, 
 
 Thy country shall bleed for thy shame. 
 
84 &TOájN &jt? é)V]nn. 
 
 IV. 
 G& ce<vi)<v <viiici <vi) tí)<vU<vcc 34.T) ^<vl<vc; 
 
 C& i)<v C015TI15' if b|iúií5e<xTÍ)l<!i co^l, 
 Oé<vt)<v6 T3Ti1°T ^"IT 1 Cfifc TPóÓla 50 b<vll<vc, 
 
 C«v & í)-úri-5le<M)oc<x be<v|%5 le fu^l. 
 &cc ^orsUl^ <vt) 3l<vr-TÍ)ein5 e ^O ^ITvbe, 
 
 Díbe<v6 ^ uilce<vc 50 Iívtí) r^<^T 3<^c l<vt)i), 
 Cfc llt)T)-i)e ce<v|ic, éijie, 'r <vn 5- cí MTike, 
 
 ftij <v5<v|6 e^scóti' i)<v S<vf<vt)<vc ce<u)i). 
 
 :o: 
 
 t)-TFUJl D' $5-l?iece SeUNSbM? 1 TP&0J IJ0NN OUt)? 
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 t)-^uil b' Ó3-l<vece f ettT)TT)<vfi' £<voi l|oi)T)-bttb, 
 
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 'S 710 lu<vc bo cu<xi6 c<vTi<xiT)T)-T)e ce<vT)i)-nittc 
 
 ?Vi) <vti)', t)ív|i 5t)ívc<vc briór) 3*1) 705. 
 t)-^ttil tíot)c<v i)<v l)-<xoire seuTi', cftu<v|6e 
 
 Ce<vcc <v|fi cfvoióe <vbf <xefioic 50 leófi? 
 C-cvt^T 1 cu5<iTt), <v leii)b i)«t cjiu<v|5e, 
 
 &'f filf e<xb le<vc beófi le beófi. 
 
 n. 
 
 &i) <vTt)ttil le cjié Cil-Tt)ioi)c<vii), 
 
 &.i) 3e<xt) <vfft <vtv cl<voi) bo ófioib'e, 
 21 Tt)-bfbe<vT)i) excite cjií fléjbce if 3le<u)T)c(vii) 
 
 &15 be<vlri<vb <u)t) 5<xc ^c b'<vjv rM5 e ? 
 ftcc b' e^r Tt)ó|t^t) r-^oic^fi <vi5 Tióri)<\.fi 
 
 "N<v cfié 't)t) <v b-ftt^l ó|t Txé^iv c^l', 
 Cfc <vti roiococfi 5<vi) co|i<v6, 5011) ^Ó5Tt)oi|v, 
 
 5<vi) <voi) i)ib 'i)i)<v 61-0.5 le f&^I. 
 
 ni. 
 
 Poi-jb bo 601 3, ti)<vrv eut) i)<v ro"ITWi-105<vcc', 
 Ottl ó ófuvi)i) 30 cTi<vi)t) be-\ji <vi) r5eul, 
 
 &13 c<virbe<vi)<v^6 feoibe ^ b|t<\.obe<vcc' 
 t)j Toil]*e<vcc le 5I61T1, ó i)-<v beul? 
 
1EISH MELODIES. 65 
 
 IV. 
 
 Already the curse is upon her, 
 
 And strangers her valleys profane; 
 They come to divide— to dishonor, 
 
 And tyrants they long will remain. 
 But onward! — the green banner rearing, 
 
 Go flesh every sword to the hilt; 
 On our side is Virtue and Erin, 
 
 On theirs is the Saxon and Guilt. 
 
 HAS SORROW THY YOUNG DAYS SHADED. 
 Air— " % Patrick: 1 
 
 I. 
 
 Has sorrow thy young days shaded, 
 
 As clouds o'er the morning fleet ? 
 Too fast have those young days faded, 
 
 That, even in sorrow, were sweet? 
 Does Time with his cold wing wither 
 
 Each feeling that once was dear ? — 
 Then, child of misfortune, come hither, 
 
 I'll weep with thee tear for tear. 
 
 II. 
 
 Has love to that soul, so tender, 
 
 Been like our Lagenian mine, 
 Where sparkles of golden splendor 
 
 All over the surface shine ? 
 But, it in pursuit we go deeper, 
 
 Allur'd by the gleam that shone, 
 Ah ! false as the dream of the sleeper, 
 
 Like Love, the bright ore is gone. 
 
 III. 
 
 Has Hope, like the bird in the story, 
 
 That flitted from tree to tree 
 With the talisman's glittering glory — 
 
 Has Hope been that bird to thee ? 
 
&in cnaob b 1 én* cn<voibe <v(5 i*e<\.r<v8, 
 Sub cu5<vb <v -peoib <vin <**) ^S^u^ 
 
 ftcc b' é^r cú <v Tt)e<vU<\6 le c<\.]*<v6, 
 Sub u<v|c f] <vTvfr 5° V ett 5- 
 
 IV. 
 20iv eultti3 ti)<vn rúb <vn) t)<v ri)ilre, 
 
 "Nív|i feop.bai5 <voi) lív b' <vn rr)-b-\i; 
 20& 'r n)e<vllc<vc pp-ic ri)tti 1)1311) t)<v bilre 
 
 & 101)1)1^15 bub-i)eulc<v <vu 3-cnoibe : 
 2t)*v Y CTijoi)c<*. n)<vii -pub le 3<veqb cnu<vibe 
 
 Civ 3<vc civilibe<vcc bf 3fUvb<vc 30 leófi: 
 C<v|iii CU34.TÍ), <v leii)b i)<v critt<xi5e, 
 
 &Y i*ilfe<vb le<vc be<5*i le beoji. 
 
 TPoi)i)— 1-&3 <u) l<v5<u 
 
 Mf n<vib co ií<vilre<vTT)<vil 1)0 ceolc<v ffóe 
 
 Ce<vcc <vin t)e<vc ru<vi)ri)<vn 5° VÓfil <v nf<vTi), 
 Cn<v leic-buirsce <vf etui) i)* 1)-oi6ce, 
 
 Clu|i)e<vi* pe<vc' i)e<vti)b<v b^i) 1 le 'i)<v c<voib — 
 Oo bnii* i*ívn 5UC ofttt) Y-^ 1 ) *i) T 1 *^ b<vicce, 
 
 &i) cuoibe 't) ti)0 lívn- £<voi cuon)-fl<*-Ti) ceo, 
 3<vi) boi3 50 clumF<vib coibce <vi) beon<vibe cp,&i6ce, 
 
 IFoiyt) co bii)i) be<vi)i)ui5ce, <vnfr 50 beo, 
 
 II. 
 
 5uc bii)t) t)<v bflfe, ti)<vn ciut)-3<voc r<vri)n<vib, í 
 
 5o r^1") <M3 e<vlu3<xb cnib bu<xl<v c<\rr)\ 
 
 ft'f C<VrC<V T^IS^I 1 )» *>í fU<V1T1) T)<V l)-<VT1)0i-rt<*, 
 
 'Ce<vcc ctiib 3<xc cu<vf be ti)o cnoibe 'f^ 1 ) *n). 
 Dub fc <v 3-co5<vn é, bub locn<vi)i) 3ni<vT)ti)<vn 
 
 '5<v lucvb; <v'r b'^e^iin liorr> 'i)<v <vi) r<*<>3<vl 5<^) noii)i) 
 2t)o citon)-ctiTi) f <vb<v, civ le bub-biiói) V|oi)Ti)<vn, 
 
 TDeic bnirce <vi5 ceolc<vib co be<vt)i)U|3ce bii)i). 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 87 
 
 On branch after branch alighting, 
 
 The gem did she still display, 
 And, when nearest and most inviting, 
 
 Then waft the bright gem away ? 
 
 IV. 
 
 If thus the yonng hours have fleeted, 
 
 When sorrow itself look'd bright ; 
 If thus the fair hope hath cheated, 
 
 That led thee along so light ; 
 If thus the unkind world wither 
 
 Each feeling that once was dear*. — 
 Come, child of misfortune, come hither, 
 
 I'll weep with thee, tear for tear. 
 
 NO, NOT MORE WELCOME. 
 Aie — " Luggelaw." 
 
 No, not more welcome the fairy numbers 
 
 Of music fall on the sleeper's ear, 
 When, half awaking from fearful slumbers, 
 
 He thinks the full choir of Heaven is near — 
 Than came, that voice, when, all forsaken, 
 
 This heart long had sleeping lain, 
 Nor thought its cold pulse would ever waken 
 
 To such benign, blessed sounds again. 
 
 II. 
 
 Sweet voice of comfort ! — 't was like the stealing 
 
 Of Summer wind thro' some wreathed shell — 
 Each secret winding, each inmost feeling 
 
 Of all my soul echo'd to its spell ! 
 'T was whisper'd balm — 't was sunshine spoken! — 
 
 I'd live years of grief and pain 
 To have my long sleep of sorrow broken 
 
 By such benign, blessed sounds again. 
 
£oi)i)— <*. P<vcji<v|c, ce^c u<v|Ti). 
 
 &13 cúf Ajv 5-c<v^bTie<v6 'f cá 05-bl^c 
 
 "bfÓif có -pi<vl <v f)-5e<vllcAib, 
 &n corn)<vil bó]b be^é f fori 5<u) rc&c, 
 
 "N&ii Tn)U<viT)e<vt 60 be^c n)e<vllc<v. 
 M'é^r cú bejó wcnuisée, b' f <xi) rfon-beo, 
 
 20o TT)U11)151T) <xf<vc 5<VT) f <xot)<x6, 
 0«x b-^e<vUf<vb* <vjfi <vt) c-r<xo5<vl 50 beo, 
 U<vitt) yté-\t) r)*c i)-bé<vi)pív clíx.oi)<v6 ; 
 
 ftcc irt)ói5 le<vc, ftri c<v|rt) t)<v Tt)-brieu3, 
 
 ]f cójn. <vi) cfioibe be-|ó bfiifce, 
 Do cuir*Fe<xb b°15 <v|iír 50 b-eus 
 21 5-clu<v|i)<v|fie co cl^fce. 
 
 n. 
 
 Cnfc. bf 3<vc beul <v>5 lu<vb bo b<vojr, 
 
 tt' olc lion) <vt) TS^ul bub 5n-^ioe<vTÍ)<vil, 
 Mó c*Ti5<Mn ")é 30 r3 e 1 é pe<vb *°ir, 
 
 5lóifi, <vp <vt) ói3e c^r)e<vrf)<vil, 
 Ottic bj re<vríi)<vc, bu-at) n)0 sn&b, 
 
 'M'a<vi|i bf bo c&ifibe 5^oi)t)ri)^jiy 
 'S <vi) cjioibe cív le bo clu-c^i)' cfi&b 
 
 & ?u-\\ boijxcf e<vb buic 30 f 0T)rr)<vfi. 
 
 &CC 1TT)C13 le<VC, f^ft CIU<VT)<X13, C<V|rf), 
 
 'S ó <vi) c-réir * l>-FttiliTi b'a^cce, 
 5eufi <vii)3<v|i cnoibce cjt*v|bce. 
 
 ni. 
 
 ttf fejcceaTv leur i)<v b-<voir' r* C T^ 
 t)-fttll <X13 blíxc i)<x V°15 e cjié^ce, 
 
 Ce-jé <vt) bfie<vTt), <v|3 <v n-<M D ' ojic 371^$, 
 'S cív 071c 3Ti^1i) ó luce bo bneu5<v6. 
 
IHISH MELODIES. 89 
 
 WHEN FIRST I MET THEE." 
 Air — " Patrick, fly from me." 
 
 "When first I met thee, warm and young, 
 
 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 relied, 
 
 Still clung with hope the fonder, 
 And thought, tho' false to all beside, 
 From me thou could st not wander. 
 But go, deceiver! go 
 
 The heart, whose hopes could make it 
 Trust one so false, so low, 
 
 Deserved that thou shouldst break it. 
 
 n. 
 
 When every tongue thy follies nam'd, 
 
 I fled th' unwelcome story; 
 Or found, in ev'n the faults they blam'd 
 
 Some gleams of future glory. 
 I still was true, when nearer friends 
 
 Oonspir'd to wrong, to slight thee: 
 The heart, that now thy falsehood rends, 
 Would then have bled to right thee. 
 But go, deceiver ! go — 
 
 Some day, perhaps, thou'lt waken 
 From pleasure's dream, to know 
 The grief of hearts forsaken. 
 
 m. 
 
 Even now, tho' youth its bloom has shed, 
 No lights of age adorn thee : 
 
 The few, who lov'd thee once, have fled, 
 And they who flatter scorn thee. 
 
90 fcbR&jKi ajp éjpjMM. 
 
 2De<vf5 cfi&iU, c& ^le<v6 <vi) cft-fcc-ac i)<v 1)-oi6ce 
 '5<x T^oit)0 5<vt) cé<v5<vfi T<voibeoiTT)<v|l, 
 
 *S TT)<vjt leur «till u<v|ri), b-^ujl bívp *i)i) V*°1i 
 C<\ Y")15 e Fvi<xti i)e<vTt)-C|ioi6e<vn)<xil. 
 
 Jtt)C^3: 'r b<v TT)-beibe<v6 <vjti bo l<viri), 
 
 ft <v'f C^T)Ce <X1) bOTT)<V|T), 
 
 Nf cíub|i<viT)T) beó> be 30I sI<vt) f^TT), 
 &1jt bo f<v|bfie<vr olc, tt)<v|v jiós^i). 
 
 IV. 
 
 'S b' fíéjbiti 30 b-qocp<v8, 'cIu<vt)<v|3, <m) Ifc, 
 
 '2D-béi6 t)<x cuTT)5e 7*0 te^T) '3* Tt)-bMre«i6, 
 & Tt)-béi6iji <v-|5 bl<vo6<xc 3<u) pe^rr) le c|tfcb, 
 
 ?t-||x <vt) cé beióe<vf ofic <vi5 clifeoió. 
 Cé beift£e<vb Óu^c f é f it'll <x c^to^be, 
 
 Cjiív, be-|b f <x-5é<x leui)ti)<vTt, 
 &15 c<vifbe<viT)C bu^c 3ttrt cu^ll cú <vi) 5i)<xoi 
 t)f <v^q o|ic Y cú reui)TT)<vTi, 
 
 U<viTt), ua^TT)! TT)<xll<vcc bu-|c T)) wá, 
 D' -|Tt)be<xTi5<xb Y T)fb cn^-lbce, 
 TPu<vc ^éio 1)1 <vccuiT)5oc<vb btt^c n)f-cliu 
 Co CfiOTt) <v'f c&ift <vt)t) b&icce. 
 
 00 £eto &'s í)j ce£>Li?a/jó. 
 
 TPot)!)— P<xbbf V*]c. 
 
 I. 
 
 Co f?<vb Vf bf ceoljiAib t)<vT)-e<xcnTt<v<vi3cúíi)boic 3o1)-<v|Tte<vc, 
 
 5<xc i)fb b'<v |t<vib fi3ce 't) bub-e^e t)<x fitfc, 
 Le t)'<v c<xob bfí1e<xc éiTte<xT)7) 30 bfiÓT)<vc Y 30 |:<v"|fie<vc; 
 
 Olft <vi) rc^in- Ht^l^b' le<vbri<v b' <v cuib-r<xT) bo bf. 
 
 &cc o ! tt)<x|i bo l&f r u <*T -^ 1\oyc cjtib <vt) 3-ceo, 
 
 Cftfc. i)' é^f -|OTt)<vb bli<vb<vT)c<v be bub-bftÓT) 5<u) fcjc, 
 
 Óe<Jtjtc <xt) ceolft<xib 3obeo, 
 
 Le rcMob' be<xlfttr|3 30 beo, 
 
 5*c buiUeÓ5, ^3 cu^t rfaf Gfti-f l*fc 4 c<vft'<v c^be. 
 
IRISH MELODIES, &1 
 
 Thy midnight cup is pledg'd to slaves, 
 
 No genial ties en-wreath it; 
 The smiling there, like light on graves, 
 Has rank cold hearts beneath it. 
 
 Go — go ; — tho' worlds were thine, 
 
 I would not now surrender 
 One taintless tear of mine 
 
 For all thy guilty splendor! 
 
 IV. 
 
 And days may come, thou false one I yet, 
 
 "When even those ties shall sever; 
 When thou wilt call with vain regret 
 
 On her thou'st lost for ever ; — 
 On her who, in thy fortune's fall, 
 
 With smiles had still received thee, 
 And gladly died to prove thee all 
 Her fancy first believed thee. 
 
 Go— go ; — 'tis vain to curse ; 
 
 'Tis weakness to upbraid thee: 
 Hate cannot wish thee worse, 
 
 Than guilt and shame have made thee. 
 
 WHILE HISTORY'S MUSE. 
 Am— "Paddy Whack:' 
 
 I. 
 
 While History's Muse the memorial was keeping 
 Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves, 
 Beside her the Genius of Erin stood weeping, 
 
 For hers was the story that blotted the leaves. 
 But oh ! how the tear in her eyelids grew bright, 
 When, alter whole pages of sorrow and shame, 
 She saw History write, 
 With a pencil of light, 
 That illumin'd the volume, her patriot's^ name. 
 
92 &TO&JN &J12 ejPJNH. 
 
 II. 
 
 "F^lce í fie<vlc 3é<vl t)<v t)<vi)b<v, <vin <vi) T1e<vc <v'f j f<vlui5ce, 
 
 TP<voi 5<xec' C15 6 |-pé|ft bfiucb <vtt)<vil 6ine<vT)T) le slójp., 
 C|q bl-|<vb<vi)c<v be cn<vb <v"f ó c<v|i<v TT)é be<vlui5ce, 
 
 Í)í6e<vf <\]-\\ ei|ii5 ti)óin- locn<vio tt)<vtv cuf<v, cuu có]n. 
 Cf6 tt)<5u tt]Ti)iTi l<voc7i<v be^'3<v lu<vb ^|x ^o c<vob, 
 ?Vijv c<uT)-c<xr«vii) ioti)rv^6, F<vn<vou! civ i)'<v lu-|6o; 
 2vcc civ '5Uf bf n^-cui), 
 5<vi) <vot) i*n)<vl <n) CfKVob, 
 Civ C]Ti)CioU -<viTi ce<vi) bu<vb<vc c<vn<vib Ttjo cnoibe. 
 
 III. 
 
 &cc non)<vcciv <vt) |*<voc<vn if Tt)<5 <vt)T) bo be<vc<v, 
 
 & béifi^e<v]* <v-i|t <v i)-be<vnT)<vir <v jv|<ui) 50 fo^U bivfi|t, 
 Cfb bub céiTT)e<vTt)<v|l be^c 7*<von<vb cnfce e^le 01 3-c<vc<v, 
 
 )X TT)ó <vi)p.éiti), bo cfn ^réit) <v có~5b<v|l, civ 'n livji. 
 C015 <vi5 c<vc<voin T)<v ni5ce bo corner, bo 5UC, 
 '5uf <v5<vin <vm T ot ) é]ne<vT)T), b' o^ <vnb-cu<vc bo bfc, 
 'S <v-|n <vtt)<vt) btt<vi|ice bub 
 D 1 <v pail 'r beon<v, Tfiiic, 
 2D<vfi cu<v5-ce<vc<v bo^e, b}be<vb <vi) l<voc, c<vfi' <v cnojbe. 
 
 CT2JÓ TO^KI '3US CPJD SáÚ&Ó. 
 TPot)i)— U<viti bf <v5<vti) f ion-5niv6. 
 
 I. 
 Cn-jÓ bndt) ^u-p cn-|b 3«vb<vb, bo lot)fiui3 bo ni)i3e<vb tt)o 
 
 5un r3eF bo^3 *ifi 3<vc b|ieirÓ5, t\)0 t<\xt)c<\o\ bf 'i)i)<v 
 
 luibe : 
 O'-cv buibe ctt<vi)t) <vn n)-be<vc<v, bub foilfe<vc bf <v|i i)-5|vivb, 
 5o T 1 ^ slóifi <vi)t) '<\]z i)iv-|ne, 'sut c<vot)-búfi<vcc <vr)t) '<x]c 
 
 ! T5^^ 31 $ &° T*<M D * it)©, ^*) 1 ) &' ucéfe r^on bo bf, 
 'S CU5 be<vt)T)<vcc bo 'i) bojl^if bo njeubu^ borrj 3e<vt) bo 
 cno-|be. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 93 
 
 n. 
 
 u Hail, Star of my Isle!" said the Spirit, all sparkling. 
 
 With beams such as break from her own dewy skies — ■ 
 "Thro' ages ot sorrow, deserted and darkling, 
 
 I've watch'd for some glory like thine to arise. 
 For tho' heroes I've number'd,unblest was their lot, 
 And unhallow'd they sleep in the cross- ways of Fame : — 
 But oh ! there is not 
 One dishonoring blot 
 On the wreath that encircles my cherish'd one's name! 
 
 III. 
 
 Yet still the last crown of thy toils is remaining, 
 
 The grandest, the purest, even thou has yet known; 
 Tho' proud was thy task, other nations unchaining, 
 
 Far prouder to heal the deep wounds of thy own. 
 At the foot ot that throne for whose weal thou hast stood, 
 Go plead for the land that first cradled thy fame— 
 And bright o'er the flood 
 Of her tears and her bl ood, 
 Let the rainbow of Hope be her own hero's name!" 
 
 :o: 
 
 THROUGH GRIEF AND THROUGH DANGER. 
 Air — "1 once had a true lovej" 
 
 ' I. 
 Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way, 
 Till hope seem'd to bud trom each thorn that round me lay; 
 The darker our fortune, the brighter our pure love burn'd, 
 Till shame into glory, till fear into zeal was turn'd ; 
 Yes, slave as I was, in thy arms my spirit felt free, 
 &nd blessed even the sorrows that made me more dear to thee. 
 
94 &í)PájKI &J12 ejPJMN. 
 
 n. 
 
 t)f ÓO COTT)f Ul|l15eAC ^<V01 Utl|t<VTT) 'SUf CU p<VCV| 6ÍTT)e<Vf Tt}Ófl, 
 
 í)f bo cnoiT)-re be 6e]l5, *f <v c|ióit)-]*<vt) be óft. 
 'SttiniS TÍ-re <v b-ce<xtt)p<xl ; 'r cu-r<v t)-3tt<vir V* i)-3le<u)i), 
 thtb o^c fi<vb <v c<xTi<vib 'f bo c<v|i^b--re 'i)t)<v rcl&b' f<\t)\ 
 &cc b' pe<vfv lion) 'r<*-T) u^tt) 41560 cof<vib be^c tip lu]6e, 
 *N<v be^c pófCA le fiub pu<vcti)<xtt, 1)0 0^5 iOTt)pu5<v6 u<v]c tíjo 
 cjioibe. 
 
 m. 
 
 0|<v beift 3U7X f<vi)t) bo 3e<vltc<v, be^fi o|ic b^ce ciiuoiiÓ; 
 
 0<v n)-beibe<x6 fe<vllce<vc, i)| 5<xt) l<vf <\6 beibe<vÓ bo 5fiu<xi6, 
 
 Oeifice<vTi, ofic co f <vb bf pívirs^e cujbfie ctioti}', 
 
 5o b-puilbo cfioibe |xl<vb <vcc cló]ce '^xxfcxx cfion): 
 
 0! T)<*- cfieib fl<vb, itfofi b' pe-|bi|i le cttii)5 cu bo cloio^b, — 
 
 'N *qc a foiln5e<vT)T) bo fpio|i<xb / T<>]\T]5 e *W foioTir^ co^bce, 
 
 JS T&O SJ O'N 5CV]C. 
 
 TOT)T)— Toxc^]\ <VT) bOJliXf. 
 
 )X V*b fl °*V S-CTifc, b-fttil <v ty-03-lAoc 'r)t)<v lu^be, 
 'S 3<vt) <vmb <xm <^ TUITMSlti '5 * b|veu3<v6; 
 
 3Lcc uiTT)pi5e<vT)n 50 fu<v|i ó f- u^b 5<vc r ao% 
 Olfi c*x <v cfiofbe le i)-<\. ce-|le '5 <v eti5<\6. 
 
 II. 
 
 Du6 fi<vb -cvbTxíxiT) 6ucc<v|r 4 cfti' fé^n bo femi), 
 PlT)T) 5<vc p e<vTxf<v b' <vji ív^l le^f bo TT)e<vri)<vfi<vb\ 
 
 Y be<v5iTTjoi^e locc clumrce <v ceolc<v b]T)T), 
 & cpojbe be^c '5 <v btvirevvtt S^ 1 ) c<vb<vfi<vÓ. 
 
 III. 
 
 Oo ri)<v|ft re b' <v t*út); <v3Uf b'eu5 r« b'<v c|xjc: 
 So <vi) tt)eu6 bf '3<v ce<vT)3<vjl <v-||i caWtí): 
 
 "Nf lu<vc ? 3abp<vr c|iott)-5uI <x cffie <vot) f3Íc, 
 'S i)í bejb p<xb 3<it) <v cé-|le <xt) ua]tt) f<xI<vtí). 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 95 
 
 II. 
 
 Thy rival was honor'd whilst thou wert wrong'd and scorn'd, 
 Thy crown was of briars, while gold her brows adorn'd ; 
 She wooVl me to temples, while thou layest hid in caves, 
 Her iriends were all masters, while thine, alas! were slaves; 
 Yet cold in the earth, at thy feet, I would rather be, 
 Than wed where I love not, or turn one thought irom thee. 
 
 m. 
 
 They slander thee sorely, who say thy vows are frail — 
 Hadst thou been a false one, thy cheek had look'd less pale I 
 They say too, so long thou hast worn those lingering chains, 
 That deep in thy heart they have printed their servile stains. 
 Oh! foul is the slander! no chain could that soul subdue. 
 Where shincth thy spirit, there liberty shineth loo. 
 
 SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. 
 
 Air — " Open the door.' 1 '' 
 
 1. 
 
 She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, 
 
 And lovers are round her sighing; 
 But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, 
 
 For her heart in his grave is lying. 
 
 II. 
 
 She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, 
 Every note which he lov'd awaking ; — 
 
 Ah ! little they think who delight in her strains, 
 That the heart of the Minstrel is breaking. 
 
 in. 
 
 He had liv'd for his love, for his country he died: 
 They were all that to life had entwin'd him: 
 
 Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, 
 Nor long will his love stay behind him. 
 
9ó Kbufyn aji? éjpjNN. 
 
 IV. 
 
 bé<uw uaití) bf Y atj aic b-puil í)a ^Aec' 3n^li)e 'f I^T 1 » 
 '"Nu<v|tv 5e<vlle<xi)T) T*i<vb ttjajkvc ^Iótiac: 
 
 te-|6 'foilftt5<v6 aitv <v tUAT) tt)ati rn)Í5e<vó at)T) i,ati, 
 i)-a Oil-ii)i)if f éit) a ca bfiói)<xc. 
 
 Tox)x)— sfor <vsur ríor Monj. 
 
 Ca b-tiuil at) ctiaiI 1T CAiTie 
 
 & t)5éibe<vl ctiuaiÓ, cuati T^Tie, 
 
 •Oa n)-beibeAÓ at)t), 
 
 Nac b-CATtT)óÓAb Iat)T) 
 'N aic Tt)e<xc' t;aot cuit)5 3AT) 3AiTte? 
 G|a at) cfioibe ^<voi é5ce<vric cIaotjca, 
 & b' pAT^Ab' lé beic aot)ca: 
 
 'S 50 ÍT)-b' AOibiT) Óó, 
 
 Oa Tt)-beibe<v6 rfoTi-beo 
 &t)T) ucc at) ívi|ib-Til5, rÍTice. 
 
 SIat) le<vc, e^Tte ! — bfÓ t*Iaí), 
 
 & 6<xoiT)e<vT; <vti t)-ati le beojiib l&i). 
 
 "Nf aí)T)t/a atj l<vjbTie<vl ?at;a6 
 Ca beo 5<vt) b<vit)c, 3<vt) bívru3<v8, 
 
 'Na at) bL<vói5 3<vt) blac, 
 
 & 5í)ib ^le<vrs *'r T3^ 
 O'ot) Tt)-bu<vb<vc, bub bual a f atmi^aÓ. 
 Cú ati 3-cor a-|ti ÚTt <\ti 5-c<v|Tibe ; 
 &a <xt) 5l<vr") e 1T^5' C05CA <vt)t) AiTibe; 
 
 'S i<vb lé t)-<vti b-c Aob, 
 
 Nati clir a TM^ri), 
 
 'S A T)ATT)<Vlb TlOTT)A1T)T) '5 OfATlb. 
 
 SIat) Wc, éirie!— bfb y\^t) % 
 
 & CAOI^eAf ATI T)-ATl le beoTiAib IaI). 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 97 
 
 IV. 
 
 Oh ! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest 
 
 When they promise a glorious morrow ; 
 They'll shine o'er her sleep like a smile from the West, 
 
 From her own lov'd island of sorrow 
 
 OH1 WHERE'S THE SLATE. 
 
 Aik — " Sit down beside me^ 
 
 I. 
 
 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? 
 What soul, whose wrongs degrade it, 
 Would wait till time decay'd it, 
 
 When thus its wing 
 
 At once may spring 
 To the throne of him who made it ? 
 
 Farewell, Erin, — farewell, all 
 
 Who live to weep our fall. 
 
 II. 
 
 Less dear the laurel growing 
 Alive, untouch'd, and blowing, 
 
 Than that whose braid 
 
 Is plnck'd to shade 
 The brows with victory glowing. 
 We tread the land that bore us, 
 Her green flag flutters o'er us, 
 
 The friends we've tried 
 
 Are by our side, 
 And the foe we hate before us. 
 
 Farewell, Erin,— farewell, all 
 
 Who live to weep our fall. 
 5 
 
98 &í)l?á;|KI &J1? ejPJNR 
 
 Cfc euluijce 30 beó u<vit)i) <vt) lóéfi<u)i) bf * r5<vTx<*6 
 
 2D<vfi be<vlfi<v6 <vt) l<ve 31I <vj5 roilriU5<vÓ ^<vc bv\U 
 &15 beo6<xc<vi) le t)-<v 3<veqb tt<viTT)e i)<v TT)<v|vb, 
 'S <*. lfoT)<vÓ le i)-<v foltt]* t)<v fu^le °í b<vll. 
 C*v ealui5ce— Y <vi) loi)i)<viri, <*■ &' F*3 f e ^T* Jiealc*, 
 Wj 5i)í6 <xcc 5l<ii)-lett|i3ttT bo c<\b<v-|Tic <v-|tx i)<v t)eulc<v, 
 bé]6e*T -<vi3 bub<vi) <v-|fi Tii3<vcc<vjb <xt) bom<v]T) *ifi pe<vb 
 T<vo3<vlc<v, 
 &cc 30 í) -4v-|Tif6e ofic, ei|iit)T)! <v cuifle njo cfioibe. 
 
 II. 
 
 $tfi b' fcfib bf bo 6013, cp,'*. bf <xt) 3IÓ1T1 úb b\v ^oilnÚ3<vb 
 
 Oo ciTf)c-|oll cjif i)ettlc<v cfton)', bofic<v <xi) c-f<vo3<vil: 
 01TV bf rímne tféir <v 3eu|i-cttiD5 bo bmre<vb, <vi5 roilnÚ5<vb, 
 
 'Nu<viji <VTt)<v^L Ti)<v|i 3<vc 3|téiT)e, <v bfi<vc<v bo f5<xo]l. 
 0! i)f cfb|;é<vTi co^bce Afi'r, ^VVT* 5-cjxn-\r)r)e 
 &ot) <vit) co V)-<voibii), ó]ji bf c<xoii)-3ttc 5<vc c]t}X)e 
 'S 5<vc |ii3<xcc <vi3 ciifi le ce^le: *f b' «vjib, bit)T) bo clu^t)e<vb. 
 2t3<v-|biT)-ceol i)<v r^tife, feiiji) éj|ie ó cj\o-\6e. 
 
 III. 
 
 &cc 3Ti^]t)e ocit 1 V* efoii&ii), T)&|t b' ^l leo <xcc b<xoTtr<*cc, 
 'S <vitv <vi) cívi|i-bTve<vn), t)ív|i cl<voi) le i)'<v rt)<vic f é^t) a 
 b-co-|l, 
 
 í>f <M5 c<vi bjxe<vb, rt)<vn <vi)bri<vir, 013-6615 t)<v r<">fir<vcc', 
 'S -A15 <\lcó*iív i)<v l)-<xire bo b<vifb \ le ^u-|l. 
 
 D' euluis 50 beo u<v|T)T) <vd Affiles b>e&5 3|ii<xt)tt)<vti, 
 
 be|6e<xr b' <v|T!)beoii) i)<v 3-c|icr|6ce foi)<vTt)<xb<xc t)e<vtt)- 
 
 cl<V01)rt)<V11, 
 
 20<mi b'émts ó cutvojic 30 lot)i)|i<*c, 'r 30 lfoi)TÍ><in, 
 
 éjjve, 'cjfi cilice, cj]i c<v|r5e tí)o ófioibe. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 99 
 
 'TIS GONE, AND FOR EVER. 
 Aik — " S 1 a rnhuirnin dilis" 
 
 'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, 
 
 Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead — 
 When Man, from the slumber of ages awaking, 
 
 Look'd upward, and bless'd the pure ray> ere it fled. 
 7 Tis gone, and the gleams it has left of its burning 
 But deepen the long night of bondage and mourning, 
 That dark o'er the kingdoms of earth is returning, 
 And darkest all, hapless Erin, o'er thee. 
 
 II. 
 
 For high was thy hope, when those glories were darting 
 Around thee thro' all the gross clouds af the world ; 
 When Truth, from her fetters indignantly starting, 
 At once like a Sun-burst her banner unfurled. 
 Oh ! never shall earth see a moment so splendid ! — 
 Then, then — had one Hymn of Deliverance blended 
 The tongues of all nations — how sweet had ascended 
 The first note of Liberty, Erin, from thee! 
 
 m. 
 
 But, shame on those tyrants who envied the blessing! 
 
 And shame on the light race unworthy its good, 
 Who, at Death's reeking altar, like Furies caressing 
 
 The young hope of Freedom, baptiz'd it in blood I 
 Then vanish'd for ever that bright, sunny vision, 
 Which, spite of the slavish, the cold heart's derision, 
 Shall long be remember'd, pure, bright, and elysian, 
 
 As first it arose, my lost Erin, on thee. 
 
*VN CU&C 208,1? 'S C0J12 SU&S IJ0U. 
 TPoi)t)— Deb oi'r Seoi). 
 
 I. 
 
 ftt) cuo*c TT)<vtt Y colli T*t<M* M© 1 )) 
 
 S-|lC <3k.1T 1 TT)<vl<Vl6 bfKVOT), 
 
 Di6e<vi)t) ó 5<vc in)7)i6 fle<vri)<v|i). 
 Wf T5<>»oilce<vTi 5<vece settfi' 
 
 &D SM^T) CO ltt<VC 'f CO bfl15TÍ)<Vfl, 
 
 Le 'i)u<v|fi bo C15 tt)<vji c<vofi, 
 
 C|ií CU<VC<V l<VfC<V lÍ01)TT)<VTl. 
 <\t) CU<VC, TT)<qi ']* CÓ]Jl TTX&T M 01 )» 
 
 le V|T) T5<í»l<V b01TT)1T) 
 S-|lc wit^ TT)<vl<Vl6 bfl<V01), 
 
 t>lbe<vi)i) ó 5<xc 1TT)T)|6 7 , le<vit)<v|i). 
 
 II. 
 
 3<vb<u)i) tt)<vti bei|i <u) r5 e **l, 
 
 6i5i*e tcu<xti)<v <v-jfv j*ci<vc<v 
 <\i) c<voiix, 'f o i)e<ut) i)a jieul, 
 
 t)em <v T)tt<vf <v 5<vece. 
 20<x]t fúb '?<*• b-fle<v6 ctiuit)' 
 
 C<iTvp.<Mi)5Ti)Uib 5° cit)ce, 
 i)eo>Tt) T)<v l)-e<v5i)<v »f 5TMW, 
 
 N<v 5<vece Y se^ie Y qt)ce. 
 <Vi) cu<vc Tt)<vji Y cdi|v r*<M* M 01 )- 
 
 i- e T-TO T5*l* boiTf)it> 
 S^lc <v|Ti ti)<il<vi6 bfi<voT), 
 
 t>i6e<vi)T) ó 5<vc ]rt)VÍ^ T^iW 1 )- 
 
 III. 
 
 Ci<v <vi) b&ji Ú5b<vti <v bf 
 
 'S bu<vl fior F<v5^l l)f Woi)5i)<i8, 
 5o Tt)-bibe<vt)T) 50 rfofi <*•*) crio-|6e 
 
 Cutt) rpioTt<vib ffoTjo» cl<voi)<v6: 
 Do c<iTil<v <vi)i)i* <vi) cfi&, 
 
 'Nu<vifi ru<vr 5° pl<viee<vr b' eulujj 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 101 
 
 FILL THE BUMPER FAIR. 
 Air — "Bob and Joan," 
 
 Fill the bumper fair! 
 
 Every drop we sprinkle 
 O'er the brow of Care, 
 
 Smooths away a wrinkle. 
 "Wit's electric flame 
 
 Ne'er so swiftly passes, 
 As when thro' the frame 
 
 It shoots from brimming glasses 
 Fill the bumper fair! 
 
 Every drop we sprinkle 
 O'er the brow ot Oare, 
 
 Smooths away a wrinkle. 
 
 II. 
 
 Sages can, they say, 
 
 Grasp the lightning's pinions, 
 And bring down its ray 
 
 From the starr'd dominions. 
 So we, Sages, sit 
 
 Ancl 'mid bumpers bright'ning, 
 From the heaven of Wit 
 
 Draw down all its lightning. 
 Fill the bumper fair! 
 
 Every drop we sprinkle 
 O'er the brow of Oare, 
 
 Smooths away a wrinkle. 
 
 ni. 
 
 "Wouldst thou know what first 
 
 Made our souls inherit 
 This ennobling thirst 
 
 For wine's celestial spirit? 
 It chanced upon that day, 
 
 When, as bards inform us, 
 
102 &Dl?a/JN &J12 ejPjMN. 
 
 fci) cé 301b <vr, F<voi T3&.C, 
 
 2U) ce]T)e, ne-|n i) a T5 eu l<M&» 
 
 &i) ctt<vc r»)<v|i '|* coifi r u <M* M°n> 
 i-e Mi) T3*l* boitifli) 
 
 S]lc <v-|T^ TT)<x.l<vi6 b|KX0T), 
 
 t>l6e<vi)i) ó 5<vc 1TT)T)Í6 7*le<vri)<v|i). 
 
 IV. 
 
 Oo 'i) Ó5l<voc cfii<xll 'r^ c-Tl^e, 
 
 t)| 5<vi) roi5ce<vc, 5*i) cotu), 
 le c<vb<vinc 'i)u<vr <vr ctifc 
 
 W<v i)-be<vce seoil, <vt) 30fU). 
 &cc o! Tt)<vTt léjTT) <v cjioibe, 
 
 ólP- beajic^b Tt ) e < v T5 i)* T^ulc*, 
 Cot)<viTic cu<vc 't)1)<v lu^be, 
 
 Dub le D<vcc<vr rub<vc i)<v t)eulc<v. 
 
 ftl) CU<VC, TT)<VU Y CÓ1TI TU<Xf IfOT) 
 
 le lit) r5*l* feoiTi)iT) 
 S^lc <v|Tt ii)<vl<vi6 bu<voi), 
 
 t»i6e<xi)T) ó 5<xc itt)i)í6 rle<ui)<v|i). 
 
 t)f <vi)i)t<v T5^<^ bfiAOi), 
 
 T<v3<v6 t^e^f 7)<v T)-o]6ce, 
 
 Cu|C b^Ole <XT)I)f<V b-ffoi), 
 
 ■Fui5e<vll ple<x6 i)<v T<vo-|ée. 
 Súb é noc<v|n b|tj5 
 
 TPfot)*, <vin *i3i)e ^l<vc<v, 
 Sub TT)<vji roi3e<xT)i) cjio-|6e 
 
 D'<x b-q3 <vf cu<vc bé, ce<xc<v. 
 &1) CU<VC, Tt)<V|l "f colli 7*u<vt Ijoi) 
 
 le Mi) T3^<x ^oitt)ii) 
 
 S^lC <V1]X TT)<vl<V|b* bftAOT), 
 
 Dlbe<xT)T) ó 5<vc iTT)t)j6 fle<ui)<xiT). 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 103 
 
 Prometheus stole away 
 
 The living fires that warm us. 
 Fill the bumper fair ! 
 
 Every drop we sprinkle 
 O'er the brow of Care, 
 
 Smooths away a wrinkle. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The careless Youth, when up 
 
 To Glory's fount aspiring, 
 Took nor urn nor cup 
 
 To hide the pilfered fire in. 
 But, oh! his joy! when, round 
 
 The halls of heaven spying, 
 Among the stars he found 
 
 A bowl of Bacchus lying. 
 Fill the bumper fair! 
 
 Every drop we sprinkle 
 O'er the. brow of Care, 
 
 Smooths away a wrinkle. 
 
 V. 
 
 Some drops were in that bowl, 
 
 Remains of last night's pleasure, 
 With which the sparks of Soul 
 
 Mix'd their burning treasure. 
 Hence the goblet's shower 
 
 Hath such spells to win us; 
 Hence its mighty power 
 
 O'er that flame within us. 
 Fill the bumper fair! 
 
 Every drop we sprinkle 
 O'er the brow of Care, 
 
 Smooths away a wrinkle. 
 
104 &6P&JKI &JT? éjPJMM. 
 
 1Foi)i)— L<vi)50lí. 
 
 I. 
 Critic <vi)i*<v ti)0 cftie, <xt)i) bojic-cvbocr bf fface, 
 
 t)f fU<vTi-cttit)5 t)<*. cofb<v o]tc f ivif3ce 50 ce<u)T) ; 
 Do CÓ15 Tt)é <vf 5eibe<vl, b' é-|f bo cuibfxe<xc be^c r3<vo-|lce, 
 
 &1T 1 ko ceuó<v|b r5é]ó 5<xece, <v'f roller r<xo|i-Ti<n)T). 
 t)| f tt<viTt) fui)b<vc ^e<xc<v bo b' <ve|i<vi5e Y bub bii)i)e, 
 
 &15 búf <vcc bo reub<v' 'bf ru<vT)ri)<x|i, curi} ceo^l; 
 ftcc bjbir có t)e<vTT)-e<5l5<vc <vifi f tt<vnc<vf Y 01171 lttit)t)e 
 
 5o Tt)-bjv|re<u)i) <vt) bfióT) cjif bo f Ú5A.151I 30 yó]\\. 
 
 n. 
 
 Sl*u) <v5Uf be<vi)T)<vcc le bo biT)i)-5<veqb, 'cjiu^c cfioirt), 
 
 So <vi) blAO!5 béi5ioi)<vc bíir)c<v, bo béa^patt) 1 <x be<vlb, 
 Cé^b, <vY cob<v^l p<xo] T5^1^ loi)i)fi^l5 S&IT 1 ^ «MT 1 b° f u<u ) 
 
 CTtOTt), 
 
 5o b-pív5<vib tt)euti<v t)iof i* ci *<xtt)<v ^"IT 1 ^° ceub^b ciutj', 
 l*e<vlb. 
 2t)& bf cfioibe 3<vir515 cfieuT)Tt)<viTi, cf ^-5^8*13, i)ó r**nc- 
 f<voi, 
 '5 <v 3-co|i|itt5A8, <v-(3 eifbe<vcc le reiT)i)irf) <v|i i)-bivi)t), 
 Nf |Kvib <vT)t)<UT)-r<v <vcc o^ceo5 T)e<vTl)-b|vi5rT)<vTi. T)<v l\x^.t-^o}t\ 
 &3Uf UA^c-fe bo c*-|i)ic <vi) pu^ri) bji)i) <vtí)^i). 
 
 D0 c£>NWa/JPC &]T? soeijojN. 
 
 TPoi)i)— 20oU. 
 
 I. 
 
 DO COT)1)<V|TVC <V1|t TT)^bl1), <V1Tl ^ 1 ) "ri}Ufn- fe'élf <V lfOT)C<V, 
 
 &1) lot)5 briefs ^<voi feolr<v]b 50 1)-«vluiT) 0113 H)&ri): 
 Oo be<v|vc<vf <v|tfr, — <vY <vi) 5ni<*-t) c<vn éir cl<vot)r<v — 
 
 "bj <vi) loi)5 «1TI <vi) 5<vii)e<xtT), Y <^) cuile 'i)éir cfiív5A6. 
 
 II 
 
 Súb rottjplA <vm Tt)ttii)fT) <vY «Mi* ri)e<xnb^U 1)<*. b<voife, 
 2t3<v|i rub eului5e<vr Uece <vfi r^li)ce Y <*Ti T&V)- 
 Dj6e<vi)t) i)<v coi)t)<v, <vifi <v]i |vit)ce<vb, b' <vji b-c|iéi5^T) ce<xcc 
 <voire, 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 105 
 
 DEAR HARP OF MY COUNTRY. 
 
 Aie— " Langolee." 
 
 I. 
 
 Dear Harp of my Country ! in darkness I found thee, 
 
 The- cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, 
 When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee, 
 
 And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song ! 
 The warm lay of love and the light note of gladness 
 
 Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill ; 
 But so olt hast thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness, 
 
 That ev'n in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. 
 
 II. 
 
 Dear Harp of my Country I farewell to thy numbers: 
 
 This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine ; 
 Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, 
 
 Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine : 
 If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, 
 
 Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone: 
 I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, 
 
 And all the wild sweetness I wak'd was thy own. 
 
 :o:- 
 
 I SAW FROM THE BEACH. 
 Air — " Miss Molly." 
 
 L 
 
 I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining, 
 A bark o'er the waters move gloriously on; 
 
 I came when the sun o er that beach was declining ; 
 The bark was still there, but the waters were gone. 
 
 H. 
 
 And such is the fate of our life's early promise, 
 
 So passing the spring-tide of joy we have known ; 
 
 Each wave that we danc'd on, at morning, ebbs from us, 
 And leaves us, at eve, on the bleak shore alone. 
 
106 KbU&jtt &J12 OJPJNKI. 
 
 III. 
 
 "N& cn^-cc liort) -A.1TV céirt), v>6 «qfi ce<u)r)<vr <M5 F0ilru5<\6 
 5le<vnn 6orvc<v <vfi T)-oi6ce, Tt)<vri ffcrij-folttr ne, 
 
 ?lcc c<xb<vi|t 6<vtt) 5<vece ú]x^ i)<* Ti)<v|br)e <v|5 roilriU5<v6 
 &1) búb<v|r) T)íor «t^lle, ^a. l<5cfi<xT)t) luióe l<xe. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Q<v <vfi T)<vc Tt)-bei6e<x6 cútí)<\. i)-b]<v|5 <vti) ub i)<v b^le, 
 12<x.-|b rúb<v|lce <vt) cutt)<vii)T) cui|i blívc <\f <v b&jv; 
 
 'S -x cfioióe Tf)<v|i ó|i<v7)T), úji, fcluii) collie ?<\o] b^le, 
 ?5eic b'<v 60^5 be<v5-b-a.l<xÓ ó't) c-fú^ cftf i)-<v l^fi. 
 
 TPo7)t)— C<vifle^i) C^-eoi). 
 
 I. 
 
 Di qt)ce 3j6 pív^éot cfc.1T 1 > c° fr<vb 'r be]be<vr tt)e beo, 
 N<vc T)-ettloc<\.]6 bo curt)<vt) <vf tt)o cfioibe rq5 50 beo; 
 Kltor bfl]*e f<voi cfion)-bfi<5t), |:<«>1 bub<xc<vt) 'f f<xo] fi<vi), 
 'ÍU cífice ir cé<v5Tt<vi5é -qfi rcilTIS^ 1 ) 1 ) ^ 1 ) 3W*9- 
 
 II. 
 
 D<v Tt)-beibe<v6 tt)<vti b' <vfc Ifotij, ti)ófi, fcfib, r<vo|i, <v 5Tx<v6, 
 Dé 'i) tt)U1Tv, r3<M c *)<*• r e °lb e ; be 'O c ÍT*-> T5<M c V* Tt)-bl&é. 
 Do cutt)*vcc<v buÓ néiTT)e<xc l|OTt) ^é^T) be^c '5 <v lu<\6, 
 &cc tt)o qoi)i) o|ic i)í ri)ettbóc<v6 bo céirt), 130 bo cuaó. 
 
 III. 
 
 a-13 ce-ccc, le 3ettn-cu-]b|te, be b' jnxjl 50 qú.5, ceat)t), 
 'S fe f oilff se<vi)i) <vt) cujkvti) i)fot ce<v5<vfi<\.5 bo cUoo, 
 20<vtí <vt) c-fcl <vt)f)f <M) b-f &|*<xc ']• <v i)e<vb ce*5fx<vc ceo, 
 '5 <v 5-coí)5b^il le f ii|l bftoi)i) <v ri)ívc<vTi ríofi-beo. 
 
IRISH MELODIES. 107 
 
 III. 
 
 Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning 
 
 The close of our day, the calm eve of our night: — 
 
 Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Mornin?, 
 Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Oh ! who would not welcome that moment's returning 
 When passion first wak'd a new life through his frame, 
 
 And his soul — like the wood that grows precious in burning- 
 Gave out all its sweets to love's exquisite flame ? 
 
 :o: 
 
 REMEMBER THEE! YES. 
 Aie — " Castle Tirowen." 
 
 I. 
 
 Remember thee! yes, while there's, lite in this heart, 
 It shall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art; 
 More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom, and thy showers, 
 Than the rest of the world in their sunniest hours. 
 
 II. 
 
 Wert thou all that I wish thee — great, glorious, and free, 
 First flow'r of the earth, and first gem of the sea, 
 I might hail thee with prouder, with happier brow, 
 But, oh! could I love thee more deeply than now ? 
 
 III. 
 
 No ; thy chains as they rankle, thy blood as it runs, 
 But make thee more painfully dear to thy sons, 
 Whose hearts like the young of the desert-bird's nest, 
 Drink love in each life-drop that flows from thy breast. 
 
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