LET ERIN REMEMBER

Thomas Moore

Let Erin remember the days of old,
Ere her faithless sons betrayed her,
When Malachy wore the collar of gold
That he won from the proud invader:
When her kings with standards 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 banks as the fisherman strays
In the clear cold eve declining,
He sees the round towers of other days
In the waters ‘neath him shining.
Thus shall memory often in dreams sublime
Catch a glimpse of the days that are over,
Thus sighing, look through the waves of time,
For the long-faded glories they cover.


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