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302 The Song Book
We're rall'n upon gloomy days,
Star after star decays;
Ev'ry bright name, that shed
Light o'er the land, is fled. Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth Lost joy, or hope that ne'er returneth;
But brightly flows the tear
Wept o'er the hero's bier!
Oh ! quench'd are our beacon lights,
Thou of the hundred fights!
Thou, on whose burning tongue,
Truth, peace, and freedom hung! Both mute! but long as valour shineth, Or mercy's soul at war repineth,
So long shall Erin's pride
Tell how they hVd and died.
Words by Moore. Tune (from Bunting) The dear Black Maid.
CCXXXIV THROUGH GRIEF AND THROUGH DANGER |
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