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JIR---Maid of the Valley.

Go where glory waits thee ;
And when fame elates thee,

Oh! still remember me.
When the praise thou meetest
To thine ear is sweelest,

Oh! then remember me.
Other arms may press thee,
Dearer friends caress thee,
All the joys that bless thee,

Sweeter far may be ;
But when friends are nearest,
And when joys are dearest,

Oh! then remember me.

When, at eve, thou rovest
By the star thou lovest,

Oh! then remember me.
Think, when home returning,
Bright we've seen it burning,

Oh! then remember me. Oft, as summer closes, When thine eye reposes On its ling 'ring roses,

Once so loved by thee : Think of her who wove them, Her who made thee love them;

Oh! then remember me.

When around thee, dying,
Autumn leaves are lying,

Oh! then remeniber me :
And at night, when gazing
On the gay hearth blazing,

Oh! still remember me.
Then should music, stealing
O’er the soul of feeling,
To thy heart appealing, .

Draw one tear from thee;
Then let mem'ry bring thee
Strains I used to sing thee;

Oh! then remember me.



Air, Molly Mucalpin.

REMEMBER the glories of Brien the Brave,'

Though the days of the hero are o'er; sed Though lost to Mononia,2 and cold in the grave,

He returns to Kinkora no more!. . That star of the field, which so often has pour’d

Its beam on the battle, is set; Bụt enough of its glory remains on each sword

To light us to victory yet.

Nononia! 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? ". Brien Borombe, the great monarch of Ireland who was killed it the battle of Clontarf, in the beginning of the cleventh century, after having defeated the Danes in tiranty fivc engagements.

2 Munster.
3 The Palace of Brien

No, Freedom, whose smile we sliall never resign,

Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, That'tis weeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine

Than to sleep but a moment in chains !

Forget not our wounded companions,4 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 ! The snn, that 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 fell there in vain! :,:

4 This alludes to an interesting circumstance related of: the Dalgais, the favourite troops of Brien, when they were interrupted in their return from the battle of Clontarf, by Fitzpatrick, Prince of Ossory. The wounded men entreated that they might be allowed to fight with the rest. -«. Let stakes, » they said, «be stuck in the ground; and suffer cach of us, tied to and supported by one of these stakes, to be placed in his rank by the side of a sound man. » - « Between seven and eight hundred wounded men,» adds O'Halloran, «pale, emaciated, and supported in this manner, appeared mixed with the foremost of the troops! -Never was such another sight exhibited. » History of Ireland, book 12, chap. i.

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