Before the battle

Believe me, if all those endearing
By that lake whose gloomy shore
By the hope within us springing

Down in the valley come meet me to-night 193
Drink of this cup-you'll find there's a spell 191
Drink to her who long

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Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eye
Eveleen's bower

Farewell, but whenever you welcome
Fill the bumper fair

Has sorrow thy young days shaded

Here we dwell, in holiest bowers

How dear to me the hour

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98

29

34

How sweet the answer Echo makes`.

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How oft has the Benshee cried

I'd mourn the hopes that leave me

If thou❜lt be mine, the treasures of air
Ill omens

In the morning of life

I saw from the beach

I saw thy form in youthful prime

It is not the tear, at this moment shed

Lesbia hath a beaming eye

Let Erin remember the days of old
Like the bright lamp that shone

Love and the novice

Love's young dream

My gentle harp

Nay, tell me not, dear

Ne'er ask the hour-what is it to us.

Night clos'd around the conqueror's way. 64
No, not more welcome the fairy numbers

136

Of all the fair months that round the sun . 197
Oh! banquet not in those shining bowers. 201
Oh! breathe not his name

Oh! doubt me not-the season

Oh! for the swords of former times

Oh! had we some bright little isle

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180

119

Oh! the days are gone when beauty bright 77

Oh! the sight entrancing.

Oh! the Shamrock

Oh! think not my spirits are always.

Oh! 'tis sweet to think

Oh! weep for the hour

Oh! blame not the bard

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105

15

65

38

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Remember the glories of Brien the brave .
Remember thee! yes, while there's life
Rich and rare were the gems she wore

Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark
Shall the harp then be silent

She is far from the land

Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water

St. Senanus and the Lady

Sublime was the warning which Liberty

Take back the virgin page

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167

19

187

42

27

45

30

The dawning of morn, the day-light's sinking 202

The harp that once thro' Tara's hall

The Irish peasant to his mistress

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67

32

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