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IRISH MELODIES. |
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The white snow lay
On the narrow path-way, "When the Lord of the Valley cross'd over the moor ;
And many a deep print
On the white snow's tint Show'd the track of his footstep to Eveleen's door.
The next sun's ray
Soon melted away Every trace on the path where the false Lord came ;
But there's a light above,
Which alone can remove That stain upon the snow of fair Eveleen's fame. |
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LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD.
Let Erin remember the days of old,
Ere her faithless sons betray'd her ; When Malachi wore the collar of gold, *
Which he won from her proud invader ; When her kings, with standard of green unfurl'd,
Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger ; —f Ere the emerald gem of the western world
Was set in the crown of a stranger.
* " This brought on an encounter between Malachi (the Monarch of Ireland in the tenth century) and the Danes, in which Malachi defeated two of their champions, whom he encountered successively, hand to hand, taking a collar of gold from the neck of one, and carrying off the sword of the other, as trophies of his victory."— Warner's History of Irela?id, vol. i. book ix.
f " Military orders of knights were very early established in |
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