Let Erin Remember

Let Erin remember the days of old, Ere her faithless sons betray'd her, When Malachi wore the collar of gold, Which he won from her proud invader; When her kings, with standard of green unfurl'd, Led the Red-Branch knights to danger; Ere the em'rald gem of the western world Was set in the crown of a stranger.

On Lough Neagh's band, as the fisherman strays, When the clear cold eve's declining, He sees the round tow'rs of other days In the wave beneath him shining! Thus shall mem'ry often, in dreams sublime, Catch a glimpse of the days that are over; Thus sighing, look thro' the waves of Time For the long faded glories they cover!