IRISH MELODIES. GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE. GO where glory waits inee, But while fame elates thee, But when friends are nearest, When, at eve, thou rovest, Oh then remember me! Oh thus remember me! Oft as summer closes, Once so lov'd by thee When, around thee dying, Oh then remember me! Draw one tear from thee; Then let memory bring thee Strains I used to sing thee, Oh then remember me! WAR SONG. REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE, REMEMBER the glories of Brien the brave,* Though the days of the hero are o’er ; Though lost to Mononia,t and cold in the grave, He returns to Kinkora‡ no more. That star of the field, which so often hath pour'd Its beam on the battle, is set; But enough of its glory remains on each sword, To light us to victory vet. Mononia! when Nature embellished the tint No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, Than to sleep but a moment in chains. * Brien Borombe, the great monarch of Ireland, who was killed at the battle of Clontarf, in the beginning of the 11th century, after having defeated the Danes in twenty-five engagements. The palace of Brien. + Munster |