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32
HYLAND'S MAMMOTH
ERIN, MAVOURNEEN.
When the pure sense of honor shall cease to inspire thee
And kind hospitality leaves thy gay shore; When the nations that know thee, no longer admire thee,
Then, Erin, mavourneen, I'll love thee no more. When the trumpet of fame shall cease to proclaim thee,
Of warriors the nurse, in the ages of yore. When the muse and the record of genius disclaim thee,
Then, Erin, mavourneen, I'll love thee no more. When thy bravo sons no longer are generous and witty
And cease to be loved by the fair they adore. When thy daughters no longer are virtuous and pretty.
Then, Erin, mavourneen, I'll love thee no more.
ERIN IS MY HOME.
Oh, I have roamed in many lands,
And many friends I've met, Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget. But I'll confess that I'm content,
No more I wish to roam; Oh, steer my bark for Erin's Isle,
For Erin Is my home. If England were my place of birth,
I'd love her tranquil shore, And if Columbia were my home.
Her freedom I'd adore; Tho' pleasant days in both I've passed,
I dream of days to come; Oh, steer my bark to Erin's Isle,
For Erin is my home.
GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE.
Go where glory waits thee. But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest, To thine ear is sweetest.
Oh! then remember me. Other arms may press thee Dearer friends caress thee. All the joys that bless thee.
Sweeter far may be; But when friends are nearest. And when joys are dearest.
Oh! then remember me. When, at eve, thou rovest By the star thou lovest,
Ob! then remember me. Think, when home returning, Bright we've seen it burning—
Oh! thus remember me. Oft, as summer closes. When thine eye reposes On its ling'ring roses,
Once so loved by thee. Think of her who wove them, Her who made thee love them—
Oh! then remember me. When, around thee dying, Autumn leaves are lying.
Oh! then remember me. And, at night, when gazing On the gay hearth, blazing.
Oh! still remember me.