Let Erin Remember

Let Erin remember the days of old.

Ere her faithless sons betrayed her;

When Malachi wore the collar of gold,

Which he won from her proud invader.

When her kings, with standard of green unfurled,

Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger;

Ere the emerald gem of the western world

Was set in the crown of a stranger.


On Lough Neagh’s bank as the fisherman strays,

When the clear cold eve’s declining,

He sees the round towers of other days

In the wave beneath him shining:

Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime,

Catch a glimpse of the days that are over;

Thus, sighing, look thro’ the waves of time

For the long-faded glories they cover.


The Minstrel-Boy

The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone,

In the ranks of death you’ll find him;

His father’s sword he has girded on.

And his wild harp slung behind him.

“Land of song!” said the warrior-bard,

“Tho’ all the world betrays thee,

One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,

One faithful harp shall praise thee!”


The Minstrel fell! — but the foeman’s chain

Could not bring his proud soul under;

The harp he loved ne’er spoke again,

For he tore its chords asunder;

And said, “No chains shall sully thee,

“Thou soul of love and bravery!

“Thy songs were made for the pure and free,

“They shall never sound in slavery.”