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Page |
Verses |
| Go where glory waits thee (fl) |
3-4 |
3 |
| Remember the glories of Brien the brave (fl) |
4-5 |
3 |
| Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes (fl) |
6 |
2 |
| Harp that once through Tara's halls, The (fl) |
6-7 |
2 |
| Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade (fl) |
7 |
2 |
| When he who adores thee, has left but the name (fl) |
8 |
2 |
| Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour (fl) |
8-9 |
2 |
| Oh! think not my spirits are always as light (fl) |
9-10 |
2 |
| Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see (fl) |
11 |
3 |
| Rich and rare were the gems she wore (fl) |
12-13 |
4 |
| As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow (fl) |
13 |
3 |
| There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet (fl) |
14 |
4 |
| O haste and leave this sacred isle (fl) |
15 |
3 |
| Take back the virgin page (fl) |
16-17 |
4 |
| How dear to me the hour when day-light dies (fl) |
17 |
2 |
| When in death I shall calm recline (fl) |
18 |
3 |
| How oft has the Benshee cried (fl) |
19-20 |
3 |
| We may roam through this world, like a child at a feast (fl) |
20-21 |
3 |
| Oh weep for the hour (fl) |
21-22 |
2 |
| Let Erin remember the days of old (fl) |
22-24 |
2 |
| Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water (fl) |
24-25 |
2 |
| Come send round the wine, and leave points of belief (fl) |
25-26 |
2 |
| Sublime was the warning which liberty spoke (fl) |
26-27 |
4 |
| Believe me, if all those endearing young charms (fl) |
27-28 |
2 |
| Like the bright lamp that lay in Kildare's holy shrine (fl) |
28-29 |
3 |
| Drink to her, who long (fl) |
29-30 |
3 |
| Oh! blame not the bard if he fly to the bow'rs (fl) |
31-33 |
4 |
| While gazing on the moon's light (fl) |
33-34 |
2 |
| When day-light was yet sleeping under the billow (fl) |
34-35 |
3 |
| By the hope within us springing (fl) |
36-37 |
2 |
| Night clos'd around the conqueror's way (fl) |
37 |
2 |
| Oh! 'tis sweet to think, that, where er'e we rove (fl) |
38-39 |
2 |
| Through grief and through danger, thy smile hath cheer'd my way (fl) |
39-40 |
3 |
| When through life unblest we rove (fl) |
40-41 |
3 |
| It is not the tear at this moment shed (fl) |
41-42 |
2 |
| 'Tis believ'd that this Harp which I now wake for thee (fl) |
42-43 |
4 |
| Oh! the days are gone, when beauty bright (fl) |
43-44 |
3 |
| Though dark are our sorrows, to day we'll forget them (fl) |
45-46 |
3 |
| Weep on, weep on, your hour is past (fl) |
46-47 |
3 |
| Lesbia hath a beaming eye (fl) |
47-49 |
3 |
| I saw thy form in youthful prime (fl) |
49-50 |
3 |
| She is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps (fl) |
50 |
4 |
| By that lake, whose gloomy shore (fl) |
51-52 |
5 |
| Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns (fl) |
52-53 |
2 |
| Avenging and bright fell the swift sword of Erin (fl) |
54-55 |
4 |
| What the bee is to the flowret (fl) |
56-57 |
5 |
| Here we dwell in holiest bowers (fl) |
57-58 |
3 |
| This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes (fl) |
58-59 |
2 |
| Through Erin's Isle, To sport awhile (fl) |
59-60 |
2 |
| At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly (fl) |
60-61 |
2 |
| 'Tis the last rose of summer (fl) |
61-62 |
3 |
| One bumper at parting---though many (fl) |
62-63 |
3 |
| Young May moon is beaming, love, The (fl) |
64 |
2 |
| Minstrel-boy to the war is gone, The (fl) |
64-65 |
2 |
| Valley lay smiling before me, The (fl) |
65-67 |
4 |
| Oh! had we some bright little isle of our own (fl) |
67-68 |
2 |
| Farewell! but whenever you welcome the hour (fl) |
68-69 |
3 |
| Oh! doubt me not---the season (fl) |
69-70 |
2 |
| You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride (fl) |
70-71 |
3 |
| I'd mourn the hopes that leave me (fl) |
71-72 |
4 |
| Come o'er the sea (fl) |
73-74 |
2 |
| Has sorrow thy young days shaded (fl) |
74-75 |
4 |
| No, not more welcome the fairy numbers (fl) |
76 |
2 |
| When first I met thee, warm and young (fl) |
76-78 |
4 |
| While History's Muse the memorial was keeping (fl) |
78-79 |
3 |
| Time I've lost in wooing, The (fl) |
79-80 |
3 |
| Oh! where's the slave so lowly (fl) |
81 |
2 |
| Come, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer! (fl) |
82 |
3 |
| 'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking (fl) |
82-83 |
3 |
| I saw from the beach, when the morning was shining (fl) |
84 |
4 |
| Fill the bumper fair! (fl) |
85-86 |
5 |
| Dear Harp of my country! in darkness I found thee (fl) |
87 |
2 |
| Chieftain to the Highlands Bound, A (fl) |
89-91 |
7 |
| Too late I staid, forgive the crime (fl) |
91-92 |
4 |