Hibernian Songster - Irish song lyrics
500 Songs That Are Dear To The Irish Heart - online book
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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. 25 |
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The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed Mow hangs as mute on Tara's wall*
As if that soul were fled So sleeps the pride of former days>
So glory's thrill is oe'r, And hearts that once beat high for praise,
Now feel that pulse no more '
No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of Tara swells; The chord alone that breaks at night.
Its tale of ruin tells Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes,
The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To show that still she lives. |
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Tis The Shamrock. |
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'Tis the shamrock, the shamrock, the shamrock im*
mortal and green, On Ireland's hills, by her murmuring rills. The shamrock can be seen. |
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