| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
5-6 |
3 |
| Remember the glories of Brien the brave (fl) |
7-8 |
3 |
| Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes (fl) |
9 |
2 |
| Harp that once through Tara's halls, The (fl) |
10 |
2 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
11 |
2 |
| When he who adores thee, has left but the name (fl) |
12 |
2 |
| Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour (fl) |
13-14 |
2 |
| Oh! think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
15 |
2 |
| Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see (fl) |
16 |
3 |
| Rich and rare were the gems she wore (fl) |
17-18 |
4 |
| As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow (fl) |
19 |
3 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
20 |
4 |
| O haste and leave this sacred isle (fl) |
21-22 |
3 |
| Take back the virgin page (fl) |
23-24 |
4 |
| How dear to me the hour when day-light dies (fl) |
25 |
2 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
26 |
3 |
| How oft has the Benshee cried (fl) |
27-28 |
3 |
| We may roam through this world, like a child at a feast (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| Oh weep for the hour (fl) |
31 |
2 |
| Let Erin remember the days of old (fl) |
32-33 |
2 |
| Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water (fl) |
34 |
2 |
| Come send round the wine, and leave points of belief (fl) |
35 |
2 |
| Sublime was the warning which liberty spoke (fl) |
36-37 |
4 |
| Believe me, if all those endearing young charms (fl) |
38 |
2 |
| Like the bright lamp that lay in Kildare's holy shrine (fl) |
39-40 |
3 |
| Drink to her, who long (fl) |
41-42 |
3 |
| Oh! blame not the bard if he fly to the bow'rs (fl) |
43-45 |
4 |
| While gazing on the moon's light (fl) |
46-47 |
2 |
| When day-light was yet sleeping under the billow (fl) |
48-49 |
3 |
| By the hope within us springing (fl) |
50-51 |
2 |
| Night clos'd around the conqueror's way (fl) |
52 |
2 |
| Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that, where er'e we rove (fl) |
53-54 |
2 |
| Through grief and through danger, thy smile hath cheer'd my way (fl) |
55-56 |
3 |
| When through life unblest we rove (fl) |
57-58 |
3 |
| It is not the tear at this moment shed (fl) |
59 |
2 |
| 'Tis believ'd that this Harp which I now wake for thee (fl) |
60-61 |
4 |
| Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| Though dark are our sorrows, to day we'll forget them (fl) |
64-65 |
3 |
| Weep on, weep on, your hour is past (fl) |
66-67 |
3 |
| Lesbia hath a beaming eye (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| I saw thy form in youthful prime (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| She is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps (fl) |
72 |
4 |
| By that lake, whose gloomy shore (fl) |
73-74 |
5 |
| Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns (fl) |
75-76 |
2 |
| Avenging and bright fell the swift sword of Erin (fl) |
77-78 |
4 |
| What the bee is to the flowret (fl) |
79-80 |
5 |
| Here we dwell in holiest bowers (fl) |
81 |
3 |
| This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes (fl) |
82-83 |
2 |
| Through Erin's Isle, To sport awhile (fl) |
84-85 |
2 |
| At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly (fl) |
86 |
2 |
| 'Tis the last rose of summer (fl) |
87-88 |
3 |
| One bumper at parting---though many (fl) |
89-90 |
3 |
| Young May moon is beaming, love, The (fl) |
91 |
2 |
| Minstrel-boy to the war is gone, The (fl) |
92 |
2 |
| Valley lay smiling before me, The (fl) |
93-95 |
4 |
| Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own (fl) |
96 |
2 |
| Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour (fl) |
97-98 |
3 |
| Oh! doubt me not---the season (fl) |
99-100 |
2 |
| You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride (fl) |
101-102 |
3 |
| I'd mourn the hopes that leave me (fl) |
103-104 |
4 |
| Come o'er the sea (fl) |
105-106 |
2 |
| Has sorrow thy young days shaded (fl) |
107-108 |
4 |
| No, not more welcome the fairy numbers (fl) |
109 |
2 |
| When first I met thee, warm and young (fl) |
110-112 |
4 |
| While History's Muse the memorial was keeping (fl) |
113-114 |
3 |
| Time I've lost in wooing, The (fl) |
115-116 |
3 |
| Oh! where's the slave so lowly (fl) |
117-118 |
2 |
| Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! (fl) |
119 |
3 |
| 'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking (fl) |
120-121 |
3 |
| I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining (fl) |
122 |
4 |
| Fill the bumper fair! (fl) |
123-125 |
5 |
| Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee (fl) |
126-127 |
2 |
| When wearied wretches sink to sleep (fl) |
131 |
3 |
| Beam of tranquility smil'd in the west, A (fl) |
[132-133] |
7 |
| They made her a grave, too cold and damp (fl) |
134-135 |
8 |
| I do confess, in many a sigh (fl) |
136-137 |
5 |
| When I lov'd you, I can't but allow (fl) |
138 |
1 |
| Well---peace to thy heart, though another's it be (fl) |
139-140 |
3 |
| When freshly blows the northern gale (fl) |
141-142 |
3 |
| Alone by the Schuylkill a wanderer rov'd (fl) |
143-144 |
8 |
| Thy song has taught my heart to feel (fl) |
145 |
4 |
| Hush'd is the voice of Judah's mirth (fl) |
149-150 |
5 |
| Arrayed in clouds of golden light (fl) |
151 |
2 |
| Fallen is thy throne, O Israel! (fl) |
152-154 |
4 |
| Go, let me weep! there's bliss in tears (fl) |
155-156 |
2 |
| Thou art, O God! the life and light (fl) |
157-158 |
4 |
| Oh! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear (fl) |
159-160 |
2 |
| This world is all a fleeting show (fl) |
161 |
3 |
| Were not the sinful Mary's tears (fl) |
162-163 |
5 |
| Weep not for those, whom the veil of the tomb (fl) |
164-165 |
2 |
| Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! (fl) |
166 |
2 |
| Who is the maid my spirit seeks (fl) |
167-168 |
3 |
| Bird, let loose in Eastern skies, The (fl) |
169 |
2 |
| Turf shall be my fragrant shrine, The (fl) |
170-171 |
7 |
| Come not,, oh Lord! in the dread robe of splendour (fl) |
172 |
3 |
| As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean (fl) |
173 |
2 |
| But who shall see the glorious day (fl) |
174 |
2 |
| Almighty God! when round thy shrine (fl) |
175 |
2 |
| Oh fair! Oh purest! be thou the dove (fl) |
176 |
2 |