THE IRISH MELODIES; NATIONAL AND HARMONIOUS. BY THOMAS MOORE, ESQ. LONDON: PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS. IRISH MELODIES. GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE. AIR-Maid of the Valley. Go where glory waits thee; Oh! then remember me. Sweeter far may be; Oh! then remember me. Oh! then remember me. Think when home returning, Oft, as summer closes, B Think of her who wove them, When, around thee, dying, Draw one tear from thee; WAR SONG. REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE. AIR-Molly Macalpin. Remember the glories of Brien the brave, (1) That star of the field, which so often has pour'd But enough of its glory remains on each sword Mononia! when Nature embellish'd the tint No, Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, Forget not our wounded companions (4) who stood, While the moss of the valley grew red with their blood. The sun, that now blesses our arms with his light, Oh! let him not blush when he leaves us to-night, ERIN! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES. Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes, Shining through sorrow's stream, Sadd'ning through pleasure's beam, Erin! thy silent tear never shall cease Thy various tints unite, And form, in Heaven's sight, One arch of peace! OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. AIR-The Brown Maid. Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, i Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid! |