IRISH MELODIES. GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE. I. Go where glory waits thee, Sweeter far may be; But when friends are nearest, II. When, at eve, thou rovest Oh! then remember me. Oft as summer closes, When thine eye reposes Once so lov'd by thee, Think of her who wove them, Her, who made thee love them, Oh! then remember me. III. When, around thee dying, Oh! then remember me. Oh! still remember me. Then should music, stealing Draw one tear from thee; Then let memory bring thee Strains I us'd to sing thee,- Oh! then remember me. WAR SONG. REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE*. I. REMEMBER the glories of BRIEN the brave, Tho' lost to MONONIA † and cold in the grave, That star of the field, which so often has pour'd But enough of its glory remains on each sword, *Brien Borombe, the great Monarch of Ireland, who was killed at the battle of Clontarf, in the beginning of the 11th century, after having defeated the Danes in twenty-five engagements. + Munster. The palace of Brien. II. MONONIA! when nature embellish'd the tint No, Freedom! whose smile we shall never resign, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, III. Forget not our wounded companions, who stood * While the moss of the valley grew red with their blood, They stirr❜d not, but conquer'd and died! * This alludes to an interesting circumstance related of the Dalgais, the favourite troops of Brien, when they were interrupted in their return from the battle of Clontarf, by Fitzpatrick, Prince of Ossory. The wounded men entreated that they might be allowed to fight with the rest.—" Let stakes (they said) be stuck in the ground, and suffer each of us, tied to and supported by one of these stakes, to be placed in his rank by the side of a sound man.” "Between seven and eight hundred wounded men, (adds O'Halloran) pale, emaciated, and supported in this manner, appeared mixed with the foremost of the troops :never was such another sight exhibited."-HISTORY OF IRELAND, Book 12, Chap. 1. |