IRISH MELODIES. m No. I. mm GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE. AIR.-Maid of the Valley. I. Go where glory waits thee, Oh! then remember me. I. When at eve thou rovest By the star thou lovest, Oh! then remember me. Oft as summer closes, When thine eye reposes On its lingering roses, Once so loved by thee Think of her who wove them, Her who made thee love them— Oh! then remember me. III. When, around thee dying Autumn leaves are lying, Oh! then remember me. Draw one tear from thee; Strains I used to sing thee- WAR SONG. REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN AIR.-Molly Macalpin. I. REMEMBER the glories of BRIEN the brave, * 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. Though lost to MONONIA* and cold in the grave, He returns to KINKORA † no more! That star of the field, which so often has pour'd But enough of its glory remains on each sword II. 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, Than to sleep but a moment in chains! III. Forget not our wounded companions who stood § In the day of distress by our side; * Munster. The palace of Brien. § 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 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 AIR.-Aileen Aroon. I. ERIN! the tear and the smile in thine eyes Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies! they might be allowed to fight with the rest.-"Let stakes |