American Old Time Song Lyrics: 17 Harp That Once Thro Taras Halls
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 17
Harp That Once Thro' Tara's Halls.
The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls,
As if that soul were fled.
So sleeps the pride of former days,
So glory's thrill is o'er,
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 but seldom wakes;
The only throb she gives
Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To show that still she lives.