Before the battle Believe me, if all those endearing Down in the valley come meet me to-night 193 53 Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eye Farewell, but whenever you welcome Has sorrow thy young days shaded Here we dwell, in holiest bowers How dear to me the hour 51 98 29 34 How sweet the answer Echo makes`. *. 200 How oft has the Benshee cried I'd mourn the hopes that leave me If thou❜lt be mine, the treasures of air 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 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. 64 136 Of all the fair months that round the sun . 197 Oh! doubt me not-the season Oh! for the swords of former times Oh! had we some bright little isle 10 . 123 180 119 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 208 105 15 65 38 55 Remember the glories of Brien the brave . Sail on, sail on, thou fearless bark 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 6 167 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 12 67 32 22 |