HOME RULE FOR IRELAND.
Copyright, 1876, by E. H. Harding.
It's many years ago, in Ireland, you must know,
Since happiness looked down on our land;
Our sons they then were free, and the star of liberty
Shone gloriously on every Irishman.
But let us bar the door on the days that are no more,
There's a light a-beaming on us from afar;
If you listen unto me I will tell you, do you see?
The sentiments of Pat of Mullingar.
Hurrah for Erin's isle, though her sons you can beguile,
Because they know the wolf is at the door;
Yet our flag may be seen aloft in College Green,
And a Home Rule in Ireland evermore.
In England they may boast that our Parliament is lost.
And say that we never should complain;
Would you have my heart be light, when I know for this very right.
My countrymen are wishing o'er the main?
Gladstone he may rave, but our country for to save,
These words should be heard from shore to shore;
For O'Connel he did say, before he passed away,
A Home Rule in Ireland evermore.-Chorus.
There's one now in his grave, who struggled hard to save
Our country from oppression long ago;
Henry Grattan is his name, and may heaven be his gain.
His energy on Ireland did bestow.
His voice he never gave our people to enslave,
Nor drive them to a far and distant shore;
May the florets ever wave upon our hero's grave,
And a Home Rule in Ireland for evermore.-Chorus.
There's a laurel for the brow of the one who's striving now
To win our Legislature back again;
John Martin, ever bold our misery to unfold,
And Ireland for the Irish will maintain.
But let us all unite to drink this toast to-night,
May happiness revisit Erin's shore;
And the plan of Isaac Butts, from the palace to the huts,
Be a Home Rule for Ireland for evermore.-Chorus.