IRISH MELODIES. GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE. Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh! then remember me. Other arms may press thee, All the joys that bless thee, But when friends are nearest, Oh! then remember me! When, at eve, thou rovest Oh! then remember me. Oft as summer closes, When thine eye reposes On its ling'ring roses, Once so lov'd by thee, Think of her who wove them, Her who made thee love them, Oh! then remember me. When, around thee dying, Oh! then remember me. And, at night, when gazing Oh! still remember me. To thy heart appealing, Draw one tear from thee; Then let memory bring thee Strains I us'd to sing thee,Oh! then remember me. WAR SONG. REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE.* REMEMBER the glories of Brien 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. 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, Mononia! when Nature embellish'd the tint * Brien Boromhe, 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. + Munster. The palace of Brien, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print 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. 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 fell there in vain. * 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 each 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 xii. chap. i. |