80604 NOVELLO'S ORIGINAL OCTAVO EDITION. MOORE'S IRISH MELODIES WITH NEW SYMPHONIES AND ACCOMPANIMENTS FOR THE PIANOFORTE BY M. W. BALFE. Sta. Hall. 2 : Price, in paper cover, 25. 6d. paper Boards, 3. 0d. Sl Green loth.” 33. od. LONDON & NEW YORK NOVELLO, EWER AND Co,NOVELLO, EWAR AND Cou ‘TYPOGRAPHICAL SIUSIC AND GENERAL PRINTERS, 1, BERNERS STREET, LONDON (1¥,)gs7 tie Kaa, Be yeg 1G PREFACE TO THE ORIGINAL EDITION. Iw submitting to the public a new edition of “ Moore's Irish Melodies,” the publishers have been influenced by a desite to present that popular work in a more perfect form than it has hitherto assumed,—when regarded from a musical point of view. _It is now universally acknow- ledged that the symphonies and accompaniments of Sir John Stevenson are by no means irreproachable in a merely technical sense; nor do they exhibit that appropriate national colour- ing for which they have so long enjoyed the credit. Moore's frequently-expressed opinion of their efficiency has saved them, in a great measure, until now, from being too closely and critically examined. In the well-known Prefatory Letter on Music, originally prefixed to the ‘Thied Number of the “Irish Melodies,” and addressed to the Marchioness Dowager of Donegal, the accomplished Poet attempts to defend Sir John Stevenson from the charge—inirabile dictu: of having spoiled the simplicity of the airs by the chromatic richness of his symphonies, and the elaborate variety of his harmonies.” “We might,” he says, “cite the example of the admirable Haydn, who has sported through all the mazes of musical science in his arrangement of the simplest Scottish melodies ; but it appears to me that Sir John Stevenson has brought to this task an innate and national feeling, which it would be vain to expect from a foreigner, however tasteful or judicious.” That this was no ephemeral sentiment, but one founded on’ thorough conviction, we may conclude from the fact that the last of the “Irish Melodies "—« Silence is in our festal halls ''—is devoted to an elegy on Sir John Stevenson Moore's best apology for the extraordinary estimation in which he held the musical talent and attainments of his friend and coadjutor is derived from the little knowledge of music which, the Poet himself possessed, With all his instinct for tune, and with an ear exquisitely sensitive and refined, Moore was but little acquainted with the rales of harmony, and consequently unfitted to hazard an opinion on the subject. Nay, not only was he unlearned in the art, but we even find him endeavouring to palliate his own ignorance by suggesting that there may be a little pedantry in adhering too rigidly to the rules which interdict the occurrence of consecutive fifts. The truth is, had’ Moore been in the least degree familiar with music as a science, he would, in all probability, never have associated himself with Sir John Stevenson. Bunting, in the second volume of his interesting and valuable treatise on Irish Music, appears to have been the first who had the courage to point out the want of character and simplicity in the « arrangements" of the Melodies.” Sir John Stevenson had a host of friends who took up his cause, and Moore himself stood forth his champion, ‘The question, however, was not of suflicient public importance to lead to a public discussion ; but when the copyright of the most attractive of the “ Irish Melodies” was on the point of becoming general property, and new editions solicited investigation, the verdict was decidedly hostile to Sir John. The more his symphonies and accompaniments were examined, the graver faults were detected. ‘That perhaps the most splendid national lyric monument ever bequeathed to the world should have been disfigured in any of its constituent parts, was to be lamented. Such exquis melodies, and such brilliant poetry, deserved to be allied with more congenial harmony. So great, however, was the credit attached to prestige, and such the veneration in which tradition was held, that, despite their numerous errors of taste and performance, the symphonies and accompaniments to the «Irish Melodies ” have up to this point been perpetuated, When our best vocalists rejected ballad-singing,—for which their sympathies so happil befitted them,—and endeavoured to soar into the regions of the Italian bravuray—for whicl nature and education had endowed them with no aptitude,—the “Irish Melodies” went out of fashion. ‘This absurd preference for foreign and ornamental music endured so long, that it was feared the love of pure and unsophisticated melody had ceased to exist. Not 80, however. With good interpreters of ballads, national music revived. To Mr. Sims Reeves, a master of all styles, the public are indebted, in a great measure, for the resuscitation of that taste for the simple and the natural which may be said to have slumbered since the days of Miss Stephens and John Braham. A new impetus has lately been givento the “ Irish Melodies.” Our current ballads, too frequently, are found “flat, stale, and unprofitable ;” the public has grown satiated with * set phrases,” in place of genuine melody; while modern poetry, still more than modern song, has created a feeling of distaste, if not of absolute contempt. It is not to be wondered at, then, that the lovers of simple music and unaffected poetry should revert from these balladsi 7 PREFACK. to the “Irish Melodies,” and return once more to the fountain-head. Such considerations have influenced the publishers in their present undertaking, and it is confiently hoped may be accepted as a sufficient apology. In selecting Mr. M. W. Balfe to write new symphonies and accompaniments for the Irish Melodies,” the publishers have been impelled by a desire to put the right man in the right place. An Irishman himself, and the most poputar and experienced of our native composers, Mr. Balfe may be supposed to unite in his person the qualities of musicianship and national sensibility imperatively demanded for such a task. How well he kas accomplished it must, nevertheless, be left for the public to decide. ‘Whatever diversity of opinion may exist as to the abstract merits of Moore's poetry, the whole world has long agreed about his “Irish Melodies.” Upon these, indeed, is founded the Poet's chief claim to Immortality. ‘To the world at large, the “Melodies” are recommended by bright fancy, exquisite grace, harmony of numbers, charm of expression, infinite tenderness, rich colouring, never-failing invention, great variety, and inexhaustible felicity of illustration. To the Irish reader, they make their appeal on other and more sympathetic grounds. ‘The “Melodies” breathe in every line the true spirit of patriotism and liberty. This feeling,—pre- served from the year 1807, when the first Number appeared, to 1834, when the last Number was issued,—is as predominant in “Lay his sword by his side" (Number Ten), as in “ Remember the glories of Brien the Brave” (Number One), Nevertheless, Moore's patriotism has been questioned. He certainly did not, on all occasions, side with the Liberal Irish party ; nor did he at any time bow down to the popular idols. Nevertheless, a more genuine Irishiman, in the strictest sense of the word, never existed, nor one more deeply imbued with the love of country. His works, and the whole tenor of his life, prove this. ‘The “ Melodies” were not the only efforts of his genius consecrated to what he fondly cherished as the cause of Ireland. The principal story in his greatest poem, Lalla Rookh—* ‘The Fire-worshippers "—was written, like these Melodies,” in the cause of tolerance: the Ghebars and their Moslem tyrants being intended to represent the Irish people and their English rulers. Need we say with what enthusiasm the subject has been handled? ‘The story of Captain Rock, too, is as emphatic in every line as though it had been indited by the most patriotic «* United Irishman” of ’g8. Itis scarcely necessary to point to the History of Ireland, which speaks for itself, ‘Those who are sceptical about Moore's genuine patriotism, and the sincerity of his political opinions, should remember, that—an Irishman living among Englishmen, and a Catholic associating with Pro- testants, almost from boyhood—he never once ceased to advocate the claims of his country and religion. Nay, in one or two of the “ Melodies,” he must needs have given mortal offence to some of his English friends, by the fearlessness of his expressions, Indeed, we cannot conceive how even the love of country, or a desire to exhibit Ireland's pre-eminence, even in a work of fancy, could have warranted the animus conveyed in the following lines : “In England, the garden of beauty is kept By a drazon of prodety placed within call; But so oft that unamiable dragon has slept, ‘That the garden's but carelessly watched after all. Oh! they want the wild sweet-briery fence, ‘Which round the flowers of Erin dwells, Which warms the touch while winning the sense, Nor charms us least when it most repels.» “Thomas Moore,""—spoke one who was himself an Irishman, and a poet, but who died too ‘young for his fames+— was not merely the eager and impassioned advocate of general liberty, but a trae lover of his country,—the denouncer of her wrongs,—the fearless vindicator of her rights ;—a glorious contrast to the spiritless, slavish race that preceded him,—the Parnells, Rescommons, Goldsmiths, distinguished and’ celebrated in their day, but who scorned even to name the ill-fated land of their birth.” The “Irish Melodies ” are, perhaps, the purest national tribute ever bequeathed by a poet to his country. ‘The world has long done them justice in the aggregate, but, with some excep- tions, they are far from being as widely known, or as thoroughly appreciated, as they deserve. As a collection of songs, they constitute a treasure almost unexampled, Of the Ten Numbers and Supplement, comprising one hundred and twenty-four songs, not more than one-fifth, or thereabouts, have achieved universal celebrity. This may in some measure be attributed to the 4 “We may roam through this world lke a child ata feast."—Irish Melodies, No. 2. + Thomas Furlong, the translator of “'Carolan's Remains,” and other ancient poems and songe, died at the age af at “He was pronoca! by Banil GtConel second ony aes poe fo Thomas Moores See Hardin ak intirtsy, vot . :PREFACE. v. absorbing interest attached to the favoured few—such as “’Tis the Last Rose of Summer,” “The Minstrel Boy,” 'The Harp that once through Tara's Halls,” “I'd mourn the hopes that leave me,” “ Norah Creina,” “Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,” “The Young May Moon,” &c., &c. The great popularity these have obtained, when compared -with the rest, is owing to the familiar airs to which they are allied, rather than to any absolute and intrinsic superiority in themselves, ‘There are many songs in the collection, which, upon = nearer acquaintance, would be found quite as interesting and quite as beautiful, and which, if introduced into the concert-room, would gain as lasting a reputation, While artists seek in vain, from modern camposers, with rare exceptions, for songs to charm the multitude, they may find among the “Irish Melodies” all that is required in point of exquisite melody and poetical grace. It is not too late to open the volume. That such rare and exquisite beauties have been too long over- looked, is the opinion of all who have given the subject any consideration. ‘The reception which some of the “ Melodies” invariably receive in the present day, when heard in public, should stimulate vocalists to explore the rich and yielding mine whence such gems were dug out, a3 likely to conceal others no less brilliant, ‘The publication of a Collection of Irish Melodies with Characteristic Symphonies and Accompaniments, and with poetry illustrative of the manners and history of the country, originated with the tate Mr. J. Power, the well-known music-seller in the Strand. Sir John Stevenson was engaged to arrange the airs, and several distinguished literary men had promised their assistance in the poetical department. Moore, we believe, was not thought of at first, and, when his name occurred to the projectors, it was only in conjunction with the names of others. ‘The future bard of Erin had not won for himself in 1807 that immortal wreath which was destined to adorn his brow. At twenty-seven he had written a great deal; but the Odes of Anacreon, Epistles in Verse, Epithalamiums, Political Squibs, Comic Ballads, and such like effusions, could hardly be supposed to invest their author with a very high reputation—more especially when sach men as Wordsworth, Southey, Coleridge, Campbell, Rogers, and Walter Scott, were at that moment scattering their sweetest and choicest flowers. We can scarcely wonder, then, that Moore was not consulted in the first place, and consulted alone, when the new work on the National Music of Ireland was contemplated, inasmuch as he had not yet poetically identified himself with the land of his birth, In February, 1807, Moore undertook to co-operate in the new undertaking, He gave his whole heart and soul up to the task—as he himself expresses it—“of interpreting in verse the touching language of his country's music.” Neyer did poet find more congenial occupation. Some of the songs were almost improvised, and the publishers were so delighted with what Moore had done, that they engaged him immediately to write the whole series. ‘The reader will not be astonished at this, when he learns that in the first number was contained “The Harp that once thto’ Tara’s Halls,” «Fly not yet, ‘tis just the hour,” “Rich and rare were the Gems she wore,” and “The Meeting of the Waters." ‘The reception accorded to the new work was unprecedented, and Moore found himself all at once a Titan in an age of giants. To one part of the community only were the “Irish Melodies” unacceptable. ‘The ruling powers were reported to have found fault with the licence taken by the poet in the expression of his opinions concerning Ireland's connection with England; and the Srish Government, it was said, had interfered to stay the publication. In his preface to the Fourth Number of the “Melodies,” Moore himself acknowledges the rumour, but ascribes its foundation rather to the bigotry of the Government than to the character of the work. Whatever might have been his belief, so far from being deterred from the free utterance of his sentiments, he spoke out still more boldly and pointedly in the Fourth Number, especially in the song, “Avenging and bright falls the swift sword of Erin,"—the last verse of which might have afforded fair scope for prosecution to a hostile Attorney-General. ‘The verse is 28 follows :— “Yes, monarch ! tho’ sweet are our home recollections, — ‘Tho’ sweet are the tears that ftom tenderness fall; ‘Tho sweet are our friendships, our hopes, ur affections, ‘Revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of alll ‘That great pains were expended on the poetry will readily be believed, when the polished refinement displayed in every line is considered, together with the felicitous turn of expression, and unsurpassed harmony of numbers, On an average, Moore occupied twelve months in writing as many of the Irish Melodies, Although the First. Number was given to the world in 1807, it was not until the commencement of 1815 that the Sixth Number was finished. With this it was at first determined that the Work should be brought to a close. It was Moore's own desize, and avowed by him in the preface. We feel so proud,” he writes, ‘still more for our country’s sake than our own, of the general interest which this purely Irish Work has excited, and so anxious lest a particle of that interest should be lost by too long a protraction ofvie PREFACE. its existence, that we think it wiser to take away the cup from the lip, while its flavour is yet, we trust, fresh and sweet, than to risk any further trial of the charm, or give so much as not to leave some wish far more.” * ~*~ *® «Both pride and prudence counsel us to come to a close, while yet our Work is, we believe, flourishing and attractive, and thus, in the imperial attitude, ‘stantés mori, before we incur the charge either of altering for the worse, or, what is equally unpardonable, continaing too long the same." Had Moore adhered to this determination, some of the finest specimens of Irish ballad music might have been lost to the world, and the earlier “Melodies” have been deprived of several of their “loveliest companions.” ‘The airs in the last four Numbers have not achieved the popularity of their predecessors, although many are extremely beautiful, and all are interesting. In the last song of Number Six, “ Dear Harp of my Country,” Moore takes leave of his theme with a tender and characteristic sweet- ness. ‘The concluding verse of the “ Farewell” is peculiarly appropriate :—— “Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers, Phi sat wreath of songs te last we shall pe! Go, sleep with the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers, “hil touch by some hand fess unworthy than mine 1 the pulse of he patron soir or over, His trod at our ay thy glory alone 1 was but as the wind, patsing heedlessly over, ‘And all the wild swostness waked was thy own.” ‘This is so pretty a climax that it seems almost a pity to have broken the spell of “sweet sorrow” in which the public were wrapt. But Moore knew his power, and how to use it. He has, with infinite tact, carried on the feeling of sadness conveyed by the last song of Number Six, in the opening song of Number Seven, “ My Gentle Harp,”—one of the least known and most beautiful in the latter portion of the Work. In all probability, Moore would have bidden adieu to the Irish Harp for ever in the Sixth ‘Number, had he not been instigated to new endeavours by the melodies, “warranted Hibernian,” with which he was inundated from all parts of the kingdom. Between the Sixth Number and the Tenth and last, however, there elapsed no less than nineteen years,—so that he had ample time ior selection.’ The only songs in the second series which became favourites, and have maintained their influence, are ‘As slow our ship her foamy track,” (‘The gir! I left behind me”), “Remember thee ?—yes while there's life in this heart,” “To Ladies’ Eyes a Round, Boys,” “Oh, banquet_not in those shining Bowers,” « And doth not a meeting like this make amends?” and “I wish I was by that dim lake,”—though these are not the most beautiful. Moore was particularly fond of the last number,—perhaps because it gave him more trouble than any of the others. Tam not without hope," be writes, in his dedication to the Marchioness of Headfort, “that, as far as regards the grace and spirit of the Melodies, you will find the closing portion of the Work not unworthy of what has preceded it, The sixteen airs, of which the Number and the Supplement consists, have been selected from the immense mass of Irish Music, which has been for years past accumulating in my hands; and it was from a desite to include ‘all that appeared most worthy of preservation, that the four supplementary songs, which follow the ‘Tenth Number, have been added.” A special interest, apart from its connection with the music, attaches to the poetry of the “Irish Melodies.” Some of the songs claim historical association, which particularly endears them to the Irish reader; some comprise narratives that cannot fail to move the dullest sympathy; some, under. the guise of impassioned love-pleadings, or lamentations, transfigure the poet's affection for his country, or his lamentations for her destiny; while many are simp effusions from the heart which appeal to the most unsophisticated understandings. ‘That exquisite lyric, “Oh, breathe not his name, let it rest in the shade,” was suggested by the well-lnown pas- sage in the dying speech of the unfortunate Robert Emmet— Let no man write my epitaph, +" “Jet my tomb remain uninscribed, tll other times and other men shall learn to do justice to my memory." That eloquent and heart-felt poem, “ Shall the Harp then be silent ?” is ‘a glowing tribute to Ireland's greatest patriot, Henry Grattan; and the last song in the collection is, as we have already stated, an elegy to the memory of Moore's friend and colleague in the work, Sir John Stevenson. To the lyric student, the ‘Irish Melodies" will prove one of the most instructive volumes in the English language. He who reads it carefully can hardly fail to profit by his labour. ‘The smoothness and flow of the verse, the felicity of the diction, the briliant fancy, the wit and deep feeling, the pointed allusions, and the grace that invests the whole with a halo of beauty, cannot, we think, be found in any other collection extant. Backed by such recommendations, the songs might claim the world’s applause without the aid of music. Combined with music, every impulse of the heart becomes enlisted, Fanuary, 1859.INDEX. nee [Nase or Ontate Atm Pron ASADEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS... ‘The Young Man's Dream . «23 As SLOW OUR sup HER Foamy track =... The Gin I left behind me. 168 ArTHE wD HOUR OF NIGHT =... Molly, my dear +19 AVENGING ANDURIGHT . . 0... Crooghan a Venee . 103 Bexieve ss, 1" art THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG cHARMS My Lodging ison the Cold Grownd 57 By THAt LAKE, WHosE GLoomy suore . . —. The Byown Irish Girl... 7 Come O'ER THE SEA... . ... Cuishlib macho 5 6+ 139 Come, rest ON THIS nosom Lough Sheling . . » 358 Come, SEND ROUND THE WINE +8 8 + We brought the Summer with us 55 Dear Hare oF uy country. : New Langolee. . . . 164 Dauxk 10 HER ss ee ke Heigh-hol my Jacky . - 6 Eri! on Erin! ate +. Thamama Hullo Lo. 89 Ein! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES. Aileen Aroon cae Evenren’s Bowen . eee ee Unknown. ay FAREWELL! BUT, WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE RoR. Aoll Roone. 9. + + +130 Fiun tHe sUMPER FAIR Boband Joan. . . «162 Puyinorver tee ceseaee Plansty Kelly. cet Force? Nor THE FIELD cots The Lamentation of Aughrim 187 Go wnere Glory WarTs THEE ©. Maid of the Valley ieee Has sonRow THY YOUNG Days SHADED? «Sly Patrick . gt HERE WE DWELL IN noLinsT BOWERS. + Cean Dubh Delish . our How pyar 10 ME THE HOUR WHEN pavLicHt pies. ‘The Twisting of the Rope. 33 How ort was THE Bensuee crip! . . =. Thedear Black Maid... 35 Tp MouRN THE HOPES THAT LEAVE ME =... The Rose Tree.» 0. 0. 37 Iptuovuroeumte 2 wwe The Winnowing Sheet». 183 IN THe MORNING OF LE}. . The Little Harvest Rose. =. 170 T saw rrom THe BEACH 7 <4 Miss Molly . Go Tsaw ray FORM IN YourHFUL PRIME =. 5 + Domnall. 5. 98 Tr 18 Nor THE THAR, AT THIS MOMENT SHED... The Sixpence age. LESBIA HATH ABEAMING EYE.» 0. «+ NoraCreing . . + sk Let ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD... The Red Fox 47 Love's Youn DREAM. The Old Woman. 86 My Gentz Harp! ONCE MORE 1 WAKEN The Coina, or Dirge. . «166 Nay, TELL ME NOT, DEAR. sw Dennis, don’t be threatening . 108 NIGHT CLOSED AROUND TH: ConQu'ROR'S Way Thy Fair Bosom... 7 No! wor sore WELComs, : Luggela 143 Ow! ptawe Nor THEBaRD 0.5} Bitty Tyrrel eae cage On! peearwe Nor HIS NAME. The Brown Maid «5 3 Ou! poupr we Not . » 4s Yellow Watand the Fox. 133 Ou rox re swoxs oF ronweR thts! . Unknown, . QT On! Hay we SOME DRIGHT LITTLE ISLE oF OUROWN . SheelanaGuira. . . . 125 Ou! HASTE AND LEAVE THIS SACRED ISLE The Brown Thor . . 5 3 Ou! tHe pays ARE Gove, WHEN BEAUTY BRIG! The Old Woman. . + 86 Alley Croker. 5 ee OS Ou! THE Snammock.INDEX. Tew. Name oF Onsomnat Att Pace. Oul ‘ris sweet toTmNK.. . . ... Thady,youGander =... 73 On! wners’s tHe Stave? =... ..Sios agus sios liom . + 13a rink Nor Hv SPIRITS ARE ALWaYS AS LIGHT. . Folin O'Reilly the Active. . 15 Owe pumpor at pantING. =. 0... Moll Roein the Morning =. a3 REMEMBER THEE! YES, WHILE THERE'S Lire... Castle Tirowen co n6 REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE. Molly Macalpin 5 7 Rick AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE Wore. The Summer is coming. . 19 SHE IS FAR FROMTHE LAND. =. : Open the Door... «95 Stuent, om Movie! BE THE ROAR OF THY WATER . Avra, my dear Evelcen =... 45 Sr, SENANUS AND THE Lapy The Brown Thorn ery SuoLiMe Was THE WaRNING Watch LaDeERTY sroKR |The Black Yoke»... 4g TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE. - « Dermott . pees tetciegeiag ‘Tue Harp tar oNce tino! ‘Tara's Hanis. Gramachrees 6 eB ‘Tue vounc May moon =... es The Dandy OF eral ‘Tue Misrretnoy s+ + 4 The Moreen er aag ‘Tae Meenive or tas Waters... The old Head of Dennis... 5 ‘Tue time T'vE Lost IN WoOING =. Ss. Pease upon a Trencher =». 150 ‘THE VALLEY LAY SMILING BEFOREME . 0. The Pretty Girl milking her Cow 127 ‘Tuey MAY RAIL AT THISLIFE =. =... Noch Doninshindoe . 189 ‘Tris tire ts act cHEQUER'D WITH PLEASURES ANDWoES The Bivich of Green Rushes that grewatthe Brin. . 113 Tnoucn tHe rast cumese or Emin . . 0. Conlin we ‘Tuo’ DARK ARE OUR SORROWS =... ss ‘Si. Patrick'sDay . «83 ‘Turo'Enw’s Itz. See tt Aitey Croker etre steed teat ‘Tuiko' GRIEF AND THRO’ DANGER Tonce had a true love. . 75 ‘Tis eetieven tua tus Harp... Gage Fane». wes 8 TISGONE, AND FOREVER «0.» ss. Satournah Declish . =. 154 'Tis tHe Last Rose or SuMMER . . . ~—. Groves of Blarney... 108 To LADIES EYES. 5 - 5. Faguea Ballagh... 185 WEEPON,WEEPON. =. + The Song of Sorrow... 89 WE May ROAM THRO’ THIS WORLD. feiss Garyonerssnesvedisecnaeeattrae cag) Waar rue Bee 1s To THz Frow'ner (over). . |The Yellow Horse |. «+ 105 WHEN HE, WHO ADORES THEE...) .. The Fox's Sleep 5 we 9 WHEN IN DEATH I SHALL CALM RECLINE». Unknown 6 6 ews 89 WHEN DAYLIGHT WAS YET SLEEPING UNDER THE DILLOW Paddy's Resource . «67 pitto Kitty of Coleraine =... 69 WHEN THRO’ LIFE UNBLEST WE ROVE. Banks of Banna. 6 +77 WHEN cotp IN THE BARTH =. =... . Limerich’s Lamentation =. «173 Wauen vinstimer nz... . «sO Patrick, fly fromme » . 145 Whene'rr 1 S86 THOSE swmLiNc EYES... Father Quiun . 5 ss 8 Waite Gazinc on THE Moon's Licht... Oonagh sa aeaieg Wwe Hisron’s Muse... |. Paddy Whack. sss ah Wreatn meBown . . . 0. +s Novan Kista - 18 You rememper Evien ss sss Were Ta Clerk «se 135,MOORE'S ~ TRISH MELODIES.GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE. Arm—"Marp or rae Vauuey.” Larghetto. 7 Voie etey = => é cs 1, Gowhere glory waitethee; PP riven See still re-memberGO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEA. a = _riten, ee SI > ~ SSS SSS ert See ee tt eve, thou roy- est By the stat thou lov- est, Oh! thon re-mom-ber G-round thee, dy- ing AU tman leavesare ly -ing, Old then re-mem ber SSS =: = a ee Think, when home re - turn -: Aud,” at night, when gaz ing, On Bright we'veseen it burn -i ‘hs goyhearth ae ing — SS dim. SS B. ont Ont thus eal ro-mem = her of as sum-mer ‘Then should mu- sie, steal clo - ‘When thine eye re-po- ses All the soul of feel-ing, ‘To thy heart appeal ee On. iteling’ring ro: se a = StF ata = = Her who made thee love thom, Oh! then resuem-ber ime. Stuius Las Ob! then remember me. to sing theo, ral, esi. ioe’ lah Msucien Sone, Baer and Cos Geaave Edition —(2)ERIN! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE EYES. SSS SS == SS f=St yain - bow that hangs in the — skios; Shin - ing through Sor - row’s stream, a = Pray fact v v ia E fa pp = ees suns, with doubt -ful gleam, Weep while they = 2 Se eee Seeerrrerrrcrers tate PP ei = Moore's irish Melati Novello, Ewer and Go's Ostaro Bdition 3.)ERIN! THE THAR AND THE SMILE IN THINE BYES. aim. = i coe SS 2 ee I : == 2 Bs rin! thy lent tne ne vor shall conse, ae a = -e—e =a F ‘Till, Tike the rain = _bow's light, Se u-nite, And in Hea-ven'ssight One arch cal canto, PP ese. He Moore's Irish Métal Novello, Buse a Cn bution 4)OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. Aim—"Tan Brows Maro.” Votes. a res ‘Andante sostenuto. = ‘Where cold and un - hon- our'd his sleep in the shade, [= 7 Se lies are laid! = Sad, si ~ fears that we shed As the rit a ee —S 7 = dew that falls on theOH! BREATHE NOT His NAME [goer 2% But the night-dow that falls,though in si- Jenee it weeps, Shall bright- en with vor -dure tho rit Jaa eee ASS ESE se - oret it rolls, Shall mt P= SS tae 3 t E = E t Jong Keep his me - mo-ry green in our souls. Moote's ish Moots. —ovello, ver and Co/4 Oeavo Hatin. 5.9WAR SONG. REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE. Am—* Mouuy Macater.” Vorce. 1, Remember tho glo-ries of Moderato Marsiale. \d cold in the grave,He re - age Se Se yh of its glo-ry remains on each sword,To! + Manster,REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE. SSS 2. Aono nial when Na-ate em = bviisfd She Gat OF ty fodsyand thy moonatoe vo fare, Delete BAU RATIONS PO OS ae A oP a ews Re we, ee vor intend that a ty-rantshouldprint ‘Tho foot -step of slavery there? No! mass ‘fie vallepgtew tadwth their Bowl, They aired mot tut conqueriawa ted.” ‘ht £ A =o = Freedom, whose smile we shall ne- ver re-sign, Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, sunwhichnowbless - es our armswith his light Saw them fall up-on Os-so-ry's plain; sweot-er to bleed for an sleep but 8 mosmentin chains. Jot himnetblush, whenle hit,” To find’ that they fell therein ‘vain. Fy IE * ‘This alludes to an interesting eiroumstanee related of the Dalgais, the favourite troops of Dien, when they were interrupted in their return from the tattle of Cloutari, by Fitzpatrick, Prince of Ossory. ‘The wounded men entreated that they might be allowed to fight with the rest.—* Lee stakes (they tid) be stuck in the ground ; and suffer each of ws, tied to and supported by one of these stakes, to be placed in his rank by the side of a sound man." — Botween seven and eight hnundred wounded men (adds O'Talloran), yale, einaciated, and supported in this manner, appeared mixed with the foremost of the troops never was sich another sight exhibited."—Listory of Ireland, Book xi. chap. I Moores Ish Molden Noval, Ewer and Cae Ootase Ration (8)WHEN HE, WHO ADORES THEE. Voce et —= == = = Larghetto. Cie left butthe name Of his fault and his sorrows be-hind, On! poco riten. SS eae = See Be say;wltthouweepwhen theydarkenthe fame OF a Iie that for theo was Feigh'a? Yes, expt andjbow-e «ver ny = = Pr eiat. ree, Tori an! Sa eae rien pp sa Eo =WHEN HE, WHO ADORES THER. 4 4 TEL ea = . With thee were the dreams ear - li-est love; Evry BS r— gS # oe = met ys ~~ P| But the next dearest bless.ing that Heaven ean give Is the Capa SS Sey pride of thus dy. ing for thee!THE HARP THAT ONCE THRO’ TARA’S HALLS. Arm — Gaamacunne.” r_, Molto madera Vorcr. Puyo. Ss - = 7 : ——- SS =———— E = = ee < harp _—thatonce chro’ Ta - ra'shalls The soul of mu-sie shed, Now SSS SS SE =3 Tes nol As Mf Gat sole Sed Se 3 fase! seer SSS glo-ry’sthrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat = par (leat sleeps the pride of | for-mer days, So I =e 2 St SS pep ta r oot fot Nolatien- Norell, nar a08 Go’s Ostaro Biitoe.—(0.)THE HARP THAT ONCE THRO’ TARA’S HALLS. ‘high for praise,Now feel that pulse no more, In - diosbright The harp of Ta-ra_—_ swells; chord lone, that breaks at might, Tis tale of _ru-in $—a = SS SS 4 rae = Ee == ‘Free - domnow so sel- dom wakes,'The only throb sho gives, Is whonsome heart in - Pea ae ieee > T Moors igh Meloica Novel o-r aa Ou Una Baton. (12)FLY NOT YET. Aim—* PLanxr¥ Kenny” ty Voree. ae Praxo. tis. just the hour When plewsure, like the ‘he fount that pay'd, In times of old, thro" su a2 cH Ge SSS SS Sas mid night flow’ Ammon'séhade,*Tho’ i - b scorns the eye ey cold of by vulgar light, Be day it ran,” Yet ins to bloom for sons of night, And still, like souls of mirth, be-gan To a maids who love the moon! burn hen night was wear: bat to less these hours of shade That beau-ty and the ‘mus shoata wo -man's art and looks At noon be cold as x wd a nee 7 Gals Fors near the Temple of Amon Most's Tish Medion Novel, Ewer gna C2" Ootavo Baton i.)FLY NoT YET. eee ee = 2] = SSS SSS is then their soft at - tracctions glow-ingy Set the tides and _gob-lets fow- cin dle till the night, re-turn-ing, Brings their ge - nial hour for burn~ " -s—¥ =e Ob! stay, Oh! stay, Joy «sel - dom weaves 4 chain Like this to-night, that Ohi stay, Oh! stay, When dilmom- ing e - ver break, And find sneh beam - ing SS gpaettepesyshty at at = = riten = os ~ = ee = Sas aera oe ¥ ch! "tis pain ‘To break ite links s0. soon Ob! stay, Oh! slay, Joy 0 sel - dom eyes awalce, As. those that spar-iie here? Obt aay, Ok! ay) Wien lt moma-ing po. [SSS SSS Se ee === = E wwonves a chain Like shir to-night, that oh! “fis pain ‘To break its Hinks 0 00m, ov viele and fd lini owe s.fale, 26 Oe atte fl sy 6. eae espa as + =] Moore's Ish Melotior Noval, Fer and Coe Otay Palton.~C4)O THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS LIGHT. Arm—“Jomy O'Rei tax Actes.” Vote. = Allegretto Moderato Puxo. fp a ht, Andas free from a pang, as they seem toyounow; Nor &x - 1 LC it were not with friendship and love intertwin'd; And I thfhk not my spi rits are thread of ovr life would be dark, Heaven kino = : SS = SS SS Se C2 os Se nN s EB Se — SS E se ec . potithat the heart beaming smile of to catenotow soon { may sink tore A = = - a a : aS SSS =a life is a waste of wearisome hour’, Whieh vy-ment g-dorns; And the they whe havelov'd the fondest, tho pu-rest, Too of-ten have wept o'er the dream they heliev’d; And the eee ae ete ate af SE aaa Moons Tah Melodies. Nore, ver and Go's Osta Eto. (15,0 THINK NOT MY SPIRITS ARE ALWAYS AS LIGHT. a (=m eee =A EE heart that is soon-est a- wake totheflow'rs, Is alwaysthe first to be touch’bythethorns!But heart thathas slumber'd in friendship se-cur-est,Is hap-py in- deed if'twas_ue-ver deceiv'd, But == = = —= —= SSE = GF ress SS = == aa a sendroundthebowl, And be hap-py awhile; May we ne-ver meet worse,inour _pil- grimage hero,Than the sendroundthebowl:Whilea ro-lie oftrath Is in manor in womau,this pray'r shall bemino,,hatthe fos psp 8 2 eee tear that enjoymentmay gildwith a smile, And the smile that com-pas-sion ean tun to a tear! sunshine of Lovemay il - lumineouryouth, And the moonlight of Friendship con. sole our de-cline. Ez ’ Pe ‘Moore's Irish Meloden ~Wovele, Ever snd Cas Ostavo Balto. —(18,) «THOUGH THE LAST GLIMPSE OF ERIN. 1. Tho’ the == home, Andthine eyes. . .makemy cli- matewher -ev - oF Moore's ih Malotee Novel, Beraad Cos Oetaro Fation —()THOUGH THE LAST GLIMPSE OF ERIN. oe 1 2.0 the gloom of somo de-sert, OF. cold rock - y shore, Wherotho eyo. . . of tho B.AnaTl gaze on thy goldhiair, as.. grac-ful.. it wreathos, And bang . . o'er thy os UA fs : z =i Se Ste ee ae stran - ger can haunt us no ‘more, Twill fly with my Cou- lin, and soft, harp as. wild - ly ‘it~ breathes; Nor dread that the cold-heart - ed oS ee rude. . . than the foes we leave frown - ing be on will tear One chord . from that arp, or one lock froin that = ss ———s f Ss eS Pp riten, = EF my tempo. * «In the twenty-eighth year of the reign of Henry VEIL, an Act was made respecting the habits, and dress in g% the Irish, whereby all persons were restrained from being shorn or shaven above the ear or from wearing Glibbrs, or C {loa ese) thelr Nea or har onthe upper li elle Crommeat. On this ucadon a Song was writen by oe fou ards, in which an Iei-h Virgin is made to give the preference to her dear Coulin (or the youth with the fowing Looks), to all strangers (iy which the English wore meant), oF thowe who wore their habits, OF this Song the air alone has reached us, and isuniversally ‘sdnred."—Watxen’s Historical Memoirs of Irih Bards, page 134. Mr, Waixen informs us, also, that, about the sume period, there were soine lnrsh measures taken against the Trish Minstrels, Moute's Lah Melotie, Noval, Ewer an Cos Otare Eaton ~(18)RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE. Am—“‘Tue Suances 18 Cowra.” she wore, Anda bright gold = i = Se oer yond Her spark-ling gemiis and snow-white a 5 snow-whito wand. A ee eee ai = gta ase S tone Se ea Se eee ee SSS SSaeay See tee eS 1 Ve eC Moors Leh Molotleg Novello, Ever and Go's Ociavo ation (194RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE Jono ama love - ly, thro? tern ee orn w~ ~~ = = —_— tempt-ed by wo-man or gold? of == As not to be tompt-ed by wo-man or gold?” Cee fe. Moors Yidh Meloien,—Noroo, Ever and Co's Oetavo Eéston.—{20,RIC (OH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE. Knight! they love mi For,the’ theylove wo- manand gold - enstore, Sir tuo more, For hon our and vir tho’ theylove wo - manand pty ee = as fold = en store, ‘Sir Knight! they love hom -our and vir ate === === a . Ss rot - oF Ix es ste == f vee eee Moore's ih Melotis.-Novelloy Bver and Ga Ooare BitoniRICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE. wre — f she went and_her maid In safo - ty light - ed her round the green isle @ - ver is she whore-lied Up - 1 ho- nour, and E - rin's pride, And blest — for Up-on E-rin's ho-nour and B - rin's pride, ae oe tee ee - ‘his balia sFoapted wpm the following apendotov—" The poople wens fapied with such asp ofhonone virie, and rlgion, Yy he reat ox sople of Bran, ani by his exctentnaitaton, Ua as m proof of leo ato iaforaed feat a young Tad” ef great Roan, adored with jewels journey alone, from coe end of thw kien tthe other, od rash na prenion bad he. ewe and goreromest of fovobbod other lads sr fone Wasa ft wand oly im her bundy at he top ot whieh eae 8 ‘onus made co, the do all tn peopl tat 0 "Hisar of Treland, v1 books Moores Ish Matin —Novelloy Ewer and Go's Otro Haiton —(22)AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS. Am—' "Tae Youve May's Derax.” = ea oe cmsawe glow, While the tide runs in ae SSeS with » warm san- ny Se = Moors Irish Melodies Sirti, Exae an Go's Octo Béitive 23.)AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS. =e = = SS 2 One. fa - tal. yo + mem + bance, one. 3. Ok! this thought in] | the midst of. «en v = fis... bleak shade - like o'er our joys, «and our Like a dead leaf - less.. branch in the + sum - mers bright ‘woes, Towhich life. . nothing dark - er or.. bright - er can ray; The.. beams . . of the warm sun play round it in -— i din, ae z SS ae oe ao ee eee «+ It may smile in his. . light, . . but it blooms not @ s+ —— =s SS=5 = See i dim. pp Moots Kesh Melee —Norello, Bxer and Cos Otavo Baton. (24)THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.” Am—“‘Tum oxp Heap oF Dwuts.” aP Andante sostenuto, As that Vore. 1, There is not in the wide world » valley so sweet ; Se eee Puxo. wale in whose bo-som the bright wa-ters meet, Oh the last rays of feel-ing and «The mooting of the Waters” forms a part ofthat beautfal sconery which ies between Rathdrum and Arklow, in the County ‘of Wicklow ; and these lines were suggested by a vist to this romantic spot in the summer of 1807. ¥ Therivers Avon and Avoca. Moors Ish Molin Novel Ber and Oo's Ostao Laiton —(35,)‘THE MEBTING OF THE WATERS. 2. Yot it was notthat Na-ture had shed o'er the seeno Her —pu-rest of erys- tall and —s Dright- est of groon; "Twas not her softma-gic of streamlet or rill, - ren tt s —— SN eats SS ee ae pa no— i wassomething more ex-qui-sito stil, Oh! no it was something more 5 oe = + = pp titer. SSS == —— Se Moores Ish Meodles Novello, Exar ant Cove Osta Baton —(26TAX MEKTING OF THE WATERS. jis . "Twas thatfriends,the be- lov'd of my bo-som, were near, Whomade ev'-ry dearseone of en - $3 ptt, — —- = chant-ment more dear, And who felt how the bestcharmsof - Na-ture im - prove, When we see them re-flect-ed from looks that wo love, When we see them ro-flect-ed from pp item p Moore's Ish Melodies, —Novello, Ewor and Co's Ostavo Eaton. —(21,)THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. 4, Sweet vale of A-vo- ca!how calmcould I rest In thy bo-som of shade, with the eA a a 5 friends I love best, Wherethestormsthat we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hhoarts, like thy wa-ters, be ‘Moore's Tish Malian Novello, Ewer and Co Qetavo Eaton —(a8)TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE. (WRITTEN ON RETURNING A BLANK BOOK.) Asn—" Derworn.” Voice. = Andantino. Paavo. EE ackthe vir - gin-page, White and ‘un’- 2. Yet let mo keop the book: Oft shall my lg i c= eer ar = =a =E ~ writ - tenstil; Some and,more calm andsago, “the leaf must fil. hour renew, When on its leaves I look, Dear thoughts of you, i 2 EE SESS ¥ es = od ————— = ost = = S= == = pure Gift, Pure as ev'n you re-quire; But, ohteach word I write fair andbright; Like you, too bright and fair To’ let wild pas - sion wite s ey a ay = = = = —==sF =- z ana =e Pro rs ———. 3 — SSS == aoe ose = == =a Hater Tere S 2 Tovetums {0 fire. One wrong wish there, Moore's Irish Melodion ‘oval, Ber wot Go's Octave Eition (22)TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE. 4. Hap - ly,when from those eyes Far, far 8 > way I roam, Should calm-er 4. And as, o'er 0 = cen far, Sea - men their re - cordskeep, Led by some SSSS preee oe oe thoughts arise ‘ToWds yon and home, Fan - cy may trace some line hid - donstar, Thro’ the cold deep: So may the words I write - = = SSS Wor - thy those eyes to meat Thoughts that not bum, but shine, Piire, ealm, and Toll thro! what storms stray, You still the. un - seen light, Guid-ing my Moore's Krish Melotien Novello, Eo and Cos Ostaro Fain. (.)‘ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY. OH! HASTE AND LEAVE THIS SACRED ISLE. Am—"‘Tur Brown Taonw.” Moderato, eck... tho’ dark it A fe-male form smile; For on thy a ae [ers SSS SS = see; And I have sworn this saint - ed 2 as a = =H =f ¥ St OS ; ; SS ee Perey tebe tar o arr Moe's sh Meloties—ordto, Ever and Co's Oetaro Baten. —(8L)OH HASTE AND LEAVE THIS SACRED ISLE. gas tape ne aoe aici doce = — os as a <— la == z aS See “Oh! Fa-ther, send. .nothencemy bark,. . Thro’ win-t'ry winds, and_bil- lows. ho Ia -ays) pay’. So -uacant gpurad; Tunwinds lew Grubs’ the bak “ ) hum - blo heart, to share ‘Thy morn and Hint jo-yends hint, . . thet had the maid ‘ill morn-ing’s light ———— Sigg ts a a aa SS SSS SSS SS Normine tie teens oh! ho-ly Salah. .Thebrightner of VEY sol to Andie the Seite. < ono moe) amie)’ Sho neer had lo a ne 1p SSS ee saat emt ee tint.” isle, tempo. — Tn a metrical lifo of St, Senanve, which is taken from an old Kilkens ‘Hibernia, we are told of his fight to the isan’ of Seattere. and his toreccive oven a Sister Saint, St. Cannera, whom an Angel had tl rr MS, and may bo found among the deta Sanctorum solution not to amit any woruaof the party ; he refused to the island, for the rarpore of introducing her ‘The following was the ungracloueanswer of Senanus, aocording vo his poetical biographe Cui Pracul’s Quid faminis Conanune eat eum nionachis ? Nec te nee ullam aliant ‘Admittemus in inzulam., ee the deta Sanct, Hib page 610. : According to Dr Leach, St, Sonanus was no less @ personage than the river Shannon; bit O'Connor, and other anti- ‘quarians, deny the Metamorphose indignantly. Movros Tesh Melis ‘ore, Emer and Cos Ostavo Edition —2) >HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR WHEN DAYLIGHT DIES. Vorce. Largo. Piano. P detee, Se — = dear i mo the sour whon day - light dies, And sunbeatusmelt a - long the a= == = ‘ ~e* ce * et Ve uaa x a —- = 1s E (SE Sa For thensweetdreamsof 0- the si-lent sea, — (earls Moore's ish Melos —Norelo, Ewer an Gas Otero Eaton 3)HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR WHEN DAYLIGHT DIES. 2, And, as T watch the live of light. . that plays Along tho smooth wave tow'rd the — = = Se = = = —— 2 tread that gold - en paths of rays, And eS tread that a , path + of rays, And think "twould lead to some. .bright isle... . of = ‘Moon's Ish Melodion —Novlo, Bwor and Co's Oetare Eaton —(84)‘Votcr. F nes Andante ee THE DIRGE. HOW OFT HAS THE BENSHEE CRIED! Am—* Tur Duan Brack Mar.” ; Puyo, > Se 4 - oe SS Se ee ot has the Ben-abee erled! How oft bas.. death undiod “2 = Se = a —— — | 7 $235 $3 — 3 3 43 [Se =F aoe dia ae oe qe SS Glo - xy wove, Sweet bonds en - twin'd hyLéve! Peace to each SSS = ; 5 # - aE Sas ee ee Se Se 2S SSS ais Sy — - - - - Se + : eS a! SS SS SSS See Rast to each faithful eye that weep-eth: Long may the fai é = * = * + ++ Be = s 1 — i = = = eS : E he - o's grave! Moor's sh Melodie-—Novto, ier and Cos Ostvo Edition (65)HOW OFT HAS THE BENSHEE CRIED. ere, We've fal’ up - on gloomy days, Star af - ter.. star decays: Ey’ - ry bright Ohtquench'dare our bea - con lights, ‘Thou of tho.. hum-dredfights!7Thou, on whose @ 2S =aS ~ SSS ume, hab shed Light ler the land, is fied Dank ‘alls tho tear of him who mourneth burn - ingtongue Truth, peace,and free - dom hung! ¢ Bo sante~but, long as Va lonr shin - oth, aa = ——s ss Se ta pease : 7 ore Lost joy or hopo;thatmo'er xe -turn- oth; But bright-ly flows the tear Wept o'er a Or Mer-cy's soul at war re-pin-eth, So longshall E-yin's pride ‘ell how they ho - o's hier! iva and diedt * Thave endeavoured here, without losing that Ish character wh it ia my object to preserve throughout this Work, to allute to that sud and ominous fatality, by which England has been deprived of so many great and good men, at a moment ‘when he most requires all he aids of talent and integrity +h ‘designation, which has been applied to Lord Nelson before, is the title given to a celebrated Tesh hero, in a poem by O'Guive, the bard of O'Niel, which is quoted in the Philosophical Survey of the South of Ireland, page 483 Thunsred fights, slvep in thy geessgrown tomb, and upbraid not our defeats wich thy victories! 7 Fox, « tltimus Ronsnorun.” Con, of the Moots ish Melaélea--Novalls, Ber snd Cas stare Edition —(26)THE LEGACY. WHEN IN DEATH I SHALL CALM RECLINE. Arn—UNgNows. Vorce. 1. When in death I shail Andantino, $i Paro. $f a |e, a Se c A = IN = aS SSSI SS SS = calm reveling O Doar my wart lomay mistrom dear; Tell or iid np-ou amie and wine Of tho ope af SSS] == a a $e —<. =: ==: o4 i= se ? one tear of sor-row, To SSS a a Friel 50 Britliant and light; But balm- y dropsof tho red grape borrow, To Fae 7 = 7 athe the rel ~ic from morn fill night. oF Moore's Tish Modes Nori Ewer and Co°s Ootaro Eaton (82)WHEN IN DEATH I SHALL CALM RECLINE. 2. When the light of imy song is o'er, Thon tako my harp to your an - cient hall; 8. Keep this cap which is now o'er-flowing, To grace your re- vel when I'm at rest eet N oy re Hang” it up at tiimé friend - ly door Where won- ry tra-vel-lers love to eall:* Ne-ver,oh! ne-ver its balm be-stow- ing Qn lips that bean-ty hath sel- dom blest! oe = = = a tr = iy 2 SS f os Ges = = I SE ‘Then if somebard, who roams for - 60 vive its softnote in pass-ing along, OB! Butwhensomewatm “do - yo -ted lover, To her ho adores shall bathe.” ils brim, Then, SS SS mm i ys 4 ¥4 si! | a Jet onethoughtof its mas - ter wa-ken Your warm’ est smile for tho child of song. thon my spi= rit a ound shall ho vor, And lnloweach drop that foums for him. aa : : ——. Se 2 | — —— | es . SS ae NS N ee a oe a SSS] * Tn every house was one of two harps, free to sl travellers, who were the more earessed, the more they excelled in musio." —O'Haionas. ‘Moots Irish Modi Novell, Ewer and Gas Osteo Eaton. —(8.)WE MAY ROAM THRO’ THIS WORLD. Am— Garyoxe.” es SS SS SS SS AllegrettWE MAY ROAM THRO’ THIS WoRLD. Dain. * eee a ee ee ee ee mS a a = - = = e + fet inerown’@, Tho this Ga SS SSS ~ member, whe Moore's Ii Molien—Novallo, Bier snd Co's Ostavo Hatin 4.)WE MAY ROAM THRO’ THIS WORLD. ES TSS Se 2.In England the gordon of Beau- ty is kept By a dragon of prade-ry,plac'd withincall; Butso 8, InFranee,whentheheartof a womansets sail, On the o-ccan of wodlock its for-tune to try, Lovo * aS == - = = = ~ = = SSE SSS SSS ae oft this un-a-mia-ble dra-gonbasslept,Thetthe garden's butcare- less-lywatch'd, af- ter all. Oh! they seldomgoesfar in a vos-sol so frail, But just pi-lots her off, and then bids hergood-bye!Whilethe want the will swectbrie - ry fonee, Which round the flow'rs of E - rin dwells, Which Aaughters of E - rin keep the boy E-vor smiling be-side bis faith - ful oar, ‘Thro’ warns thetouch while winningthesense, Nor charms usleastwhenit most ro-pels. 1.) Villows of woo, and beams "of joy, ‘The enmens helookdwhenho Te theahore,} THR#™ Moots fish Melodion"—Novelo, eur and Coe Osteo Faltion —(@L.)WE MAY ROAM THRO’ THIS WORLD. SSS ee _ 4 oe Moors tsb Welaen —Worello Ewer and Coca Octo Bion U2)EVELEEN’S BOWER. Aim Usxxows.* von. (bse Anilante grasiono. ee puso. + moon led hier pass 2. ape hich that, EErst J == ‘bat they who are beet acquainted with National Melodies, pronounce it be ish, ‘prety Gut of Der ft Melolst—Novello, * Our claim to this Air bas been di tis generally known iy the name of Moore'sEVEN —— tes tetas Sea See darks hone Int upon Fovelen's fame, The white now ay On the narcow pats = a ee ce | a nye 5 So | Moore's sh Moen Novela, Emer and Go’ Obtara Eatin (4!THE SONG OF FIONNUALA” SILENT, OH MOYLE! BE THE ROAR OF THY WATER. Amm—“Anean, wx pear Eveuery.” Andante, con expres [Petty swest-oma world Was (eens adenine un notre an he ert Idan in ho tnt star nthe Dae nih eh ne oof hel ‘beer bs eoantarl asscnnly wt ating «collar fal from tho neck of ney and ceying OF the tword ‘ef tho te, a8 Sac ‘tog. Wanwnts Hltory of Lett rely bok {ira yr yg in a Yong oe he ith of Chin we ft a ern en of Cay a Une fe Schram oe espe hel trap, forte enna i nang ron Uncrate er tbe Aude fie Drne aad enigone to which yaw neg Sel, onde tr the sk ugha ed, eof te Setntal Sliuer™--O'fsttouan's Intraduction, bay pt ty Cha ‘More's Isa Melodl-—Novalo, Ever end Co.'s Ostevo Easticn.—(¢7) eh pe xe salle Bronbheary, oteLET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD. = = 2. On Lough Neagh'sbank as tho fish-ormon strays,When the clear cold eve's de - clin - ing, He sees theroundtow'rs of 0 - ther days, Tn the wave bo-nenthhim shin - ing; ‘Thus shall SS=— 2 = mem'-ry of - fen,ia dreams sib-lime, Catch a glimpse of the days that aro o - ver; ‘Thus i SSH taht U * It was an ol tradition, in the time of Giraldus, that Lough Neagh hi boon originally & fountain, by whowe sudden over flowing the country was inundated, and a whole region, like the Adantis of Plato, overahelmed. He'eays that the fehermen, in cleat weather, used to point out to strangers the tall ecclesiastical towers under the water. Piseatores aque ilius turret cclesiasticas, que more patria aretar eunt et alta, acenon et rotunda, cud undis manijeste sereno tempore conspictunt, et cextraneis transuntibne, reigue causas admirantibus, frequonter ostendunt,—Topogr. Tb dist jh.0, 9. ‘Moers Insh Mlodis.—Novelo, Bur and Cos Oetvo Eaton (55) »SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING WHICH LIBERTY SPOKE. Arr—“Tae Biack Jox Voroz. flere oo Praxo. f fet nf 2 a; 1. Sab = lime was tho warn-ing which Ii - bor-ty spoke, And grand was the mo-ment when 2, If the fame of ont fathers, be-queath’d with theirrights,Giveto coun - fry itseharm,and to ft SE = Sa = =. Se Spaniards awoke Into life andzevenge ftom the congueror'schsin, Oh hhome ifs delights, Ife - eit be awoand, and sus - pi-cion a slain, Then,yomen of I- be-ria, our = ———— * e = eT ‘Moons Irish Melodies —Novllo, Ee and Co's Oetavo Falthon— (0)SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING WHICH LIBERTY SPOKE. ax s — = : SS SS > == — SS = tit have rest, ‘Till it move, like abreeze, o'er the waves of the west, Give the a the same, And oh! may his tomb want a tear and a name, Who would SS SSS SS SS SS =e rr eee ee ee = 2 2 a = — q a z =z = Z light of yourlook to each sor - row -ing spot, Nor, ob! bo the Sham - rock of ask for a no-bler, a ho - Ii- er death, ‘Thento tarm his last sigh in - to * - - E - rin for~got, While yon add to your gar - land the 9 livo of Spain! Vie + to-ry’s breath For the Sham -rock of H - rin and 0-- live of Spaint 'Don-nels, whose fa - thers re-sign'd The green hills of their youth, a- mong .Whiletho paso of ono pa- tri ob 8, YeBlakesand 4. God pros:per theeauso! oh, it can - not but thriv Moore Tesh Motodi—Novlla Emer and Co's Ostavo Baition.—80})SUBLIME WAS THE WARNING WHICH LIBERTY SPOKE. 7 SSS = Sa = ftsangers to find Thatta - pose which,athome, they had sigh'd for in vain, Breathoa hope thatthe ma - gt- cal heartia —a-live, Tisde ~ vo - ton to feel and its rights tomainiain: ‘Phen howsainted by sor- sow its Ae eS == erage ae vas a SS Ss SoS ra * # SS = 2 - = fiame,which you light, May be felt yet in EB - rin, as calmand as brights And for - martyss will dic! The fin ger of glo - ry’ shall pointwhere they lies While, = pec _— fe gS ee E give 9) van Al-Monyhila, Wnh-fag, disGaw, koa imucant harpwond in the ae ea a eel ei eee nrg aie rie ad = é ee a a} ee) ———_ + vin ond 0 of Spain! ~ yin and 0 - lives of Spain! slighted cause OF the Sham - rock of hel -ter their grave Be-neath Sham - rocks of, ge 2 Moors Irish Mal dos. ~Novallo Ber and Coe etevo Eion.—6h,),OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD.” Asm—*Karry Tymnet.” Vorce. Andanti a Prax. aim PB pies EEE Seat careless ~Iy_smil-in bro-kon, which ne - ver would oul might havobum'dwith a Jb, For'tis trea-son to Jove her, and was hom for much more, and in hap- pier the rain her children in se-evotmust ho = Ii -cr flame, The str Goath to do -fend! Un-pri hes loose o'erthe lyre bhavebent a promd they've learn’ to bo- tray; Un-dis -tinguish’d they * We may suppose this apology to lave Teen uttered hy one of those wandering Bands, whom Spenser a severly, ad pe tape trly describes In is Sie of Trtand, a hove poo, be tlt -u were sprinkled with some prety owes af thelr natura deve, which have good grace and’ comelines unto therm, the which pity to see abuted to the gracing of Wiokenos an vie, wish, with good tage, wold serve to adorn and beawtity vite, Moot's Iria Maotion—Novsito, Ewer and Coe OstevoFaition (62)OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD. = — 7 - — <= ae see =F : eee Se ee ee Dowtto the war rit's daréy And the lip whichnowbreathosbut the song of de- sire Mighthave live, if they shame not their sires; And the torch that would light Uhemthro’ dig. ni- ty’s way Must be ie SL s = = 5 \ = = pour'd the full tide of the pa- tzi-ot’sheart! caughtfrom the pile where their country ex-pires! = 8. ‘Tol biame not tho bard, if tn pleasseesot dream . . Hoghowld try to fr - 4 Buttho' glo- ay be gots, andthe’ hope ade as - way,» » Thy mmo, lor - ed - Sie Se “= — - got what he ne = vor can heal; Oh!.. give but a hope, let a vis-ta but E-rinjshall live in his songs, Not.. o'en in tho hour when hisheart is most = SS St sieve pee ee x a * Itisconjectured hy Wormius that the name of Ireland is derived from Yr, the Runio for 2 bow, in the uso of which weapon ‘the Irish were once vety expert, This derivation js certainly more ereditable to us than the following :—* So that Ireland {called the land af Zr for the constant broils therein for 400 years) waa now become the land of Concard,"—Luovb's Sia Worthies, art, The Lord Graudison.” Moore's Irish Metoies —Novelo, Byer and 00's Otero Raita (63)OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD. (eas : Y ene gleam, Through the gloom of his coun-iry, “and markhowhe'l feel! That instant, his gay Will he lose the ro-mombrance of theo and thy wrongs! Tho stran-ger shall — _ a aa SSS i pee Zs = 2p — — = 3 SS Tee 5 heart ather shrine would lay down EV'iy passion it nurta, ev" -ry hhear thy la ~ meat on his plains; The sigh of thy harp shall bo eH ——— SESS hse 22> atte Fa v HAV fs Ry i ; = dora; While the myrtle, now i - ly on-twin'd with his crown, Like the wreath of Har docp, ‘Till thy masters them -selves, as they ri- vet thy chains, Shall pauso at the =. 4 a + 4 a # 4 + Mo As fi . [ets SSS SSS Sa ©. — eee E et 1. Fare-well! but, whene-ver you wel-come the hour, That a - wa- kens the night-song of in ee - SS SSS SS SS pee oe ee a tes = = ees = ==] i — = = = a Perce = SSS SS SES E mirth in your bow’r, Then think of the friend, who once wel-com'd it too, And for - wie Ee eee oS S=S S Se roP Se a ee 4. ¢aSSS SES = got his own griofs to bo hoppy with you His griefs may ro tam, not — ——_ C— SSS SSS Se ao ee r+? — = Moors Itgh Welter Noval, Ewer s08 Gas Osta ation —10)FAREWELL! BUT, WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE HOUR. hope may re-main, Of the =e ne'er will for- get the short vi-sion that thew Its 2 And stil on that ev'ning, when plea-sure fils up high - est top spar kle each 3 Let Fate do herworst, there aro re - lies of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she = ———= q==_S E —_e ieart and each exp, Where’ ‘ean - not des -troy—Whiel e gloo- my or bright, My sor- row andcare, And Moses Irish Meltion Novello, Ewer acd Cov Qatar Eston —(51)FAREWELL! BUT, WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE HOUR. Seat soul, hap py friends! shall be with you that night; Shall join in your re - vels, your bring back the fea - taros that joy us’d to wear. Long, long be my heart with such SSSSESSE ry sports and your wiles, And xe- tum to me, boam-ing all o'er with yoursmiles!—Tod me - mo-ries GlP'd! Like the vase, in which ro - sea have once been dis-till’d—You may => Jn. fA = —S= blest, if it tells me that, ‘mid the gay cheer, Some _kind voice had muranur‘d “I. break, you may ru - in the vase, if you will; But the scent of the ro- ses will ———- == ea wish he were here!” hang round it stilt! St.OH! DOUBT ME NOT. Arm. —"Yeuuow War axp tie Fox.” sgretto vivace, = = = ~ ree lez Ss 1 Obt doubt monct, the ech - con Ts 2 And though mylulo no Ion = ger May 1 nk SS == E Eto et te sooth ; E t oS a = £ =| = = ———s aS SS ==. when Fol - ly made me rove, And uow the ves - tal Rea - con Shall of Pas - sion’s ar - dent spell, Oh! trust me, all the stron - ger I » : SE = 7 aaa accel a = = . = Co = = 2 : : SSS SS Ss watch the fire a -wakd by Love, Al-though thisheart was oar - ly blows, And feel the bliss I donot tell. ‘The bee throughmany a gar - denroves, And == = = > — ee = Co ‘Moores fish Melodion —Novdlo,Buor and Co's Ostaro Raion (188),OH! DOUBT ME Nor - So fair - est hands dis -turb'd the tree, They on - ly shook some blos+ soms down, Its Tums his lay of cout - ship o'er, Tat when he nds ‘the flow he loves, He — = a = 7 7 SS —_= = i mo - = = riten ae = a 3 I —— = SS SS me fruit has all been kept for thee, ‘Then doubt mo not, io sea - gon Is fet - tles there, and hums no more. ‘Then doubt me not, the sea - son Ie ee = = SSE = _— ee oTaparte, == = E + = Eo ob = f = SSS —— 2 : a SE eo SS SSS ‘ov when Fol - ly mage me rove, And now the ves - tal Rea - son Shall oer, yen Fol = ly me free, And now the ver - tal Rea - son Shall watch the fire a - wak’d by Love. guard theflame 9 - waka by thee. Dat segno & aYOU REMEMBER ELLEN. Am.—* Were I 4 Crens.” Moderato quasi Andantino. voor [@2Q= ————— { Cee Sa lemme : SSF. = ae i: ze => =i "winds and rains, Til, ae must seek our for-tuno on Mowpe's es Meftien —Novllo Ewer sad Gr. Octave Edition —(235)YOU REMEMBER ELLEN. Ss aaa <— ¥ a = oF . They roamfda longand a wea- ry way, Nor muchwasthe maid’ - en's heart at ease, When "Now, wel-come, La- dy!” ex ~ we Seasons may roll, Dut the traeaoul Duras thosame, wher'er Se See x eS — SSE SSS ¥ mp = =st cee =p ae E fecth whore thow art hot! Pen comeoerthesea, te = = + E = Maiden! with me, Come wher-e-ver the wild wind blows; Seasons may roll, ars —— = — ‘contain rather au odd assortinent of grievances:— ‘The following are ame of th original words ofthis wit and singular Air CCuislih: ma ehree, Dia yon but see ow, the rogte, he did serve me :—Bie. He broke my pitcher, he apie my” wate, He Kise my wife, and he marcied my danghter © Culshih ta ehree! de. Moons eis 3 Novello, Bor and Core Osteve Eaton (190)COME ORK THE SEA =s — es SSS Love and li-berty’s all our own. No a ‘Moots Heish Molodes —Notelio, Ewer ani Co’s Ostavo Button 140)HAS SORROW THY YOUNG DAYS SHADED? Ain.—" Sux Parercs.” Praxo. Sse Moor’ Ish Metoioe= Novels, Emer and Go# Ostave ati n.—(4L)HAS SORROW THY YOUNG DAYS SHADED _atempo. eves zické 7 = (eee oe rt Ss oy o ¢ 2. Has Love, tothat soul so ten - dex, Boon like or La-se - nian mine,* . Where 8. Has Hope, like the bird in the sto - ry,t'hat flit-ted from trea to tree. +. Withthe 4. If thus thesweet hours have fleet - ei, When Sor-row her-self look’ bright; Ite. | spar-Klesof gold”. en splen - dour AM o - ver the sur - face shino? But ta = lisman’s glit-ter-ing glo + ry— HasHope beentliat bird to thee? On ‘thus the fond hope has cheat - ed, That Jed thee a - long so light; -. Ie = ay if in pur-suitwego deep - er, Al-lur'd by the gleam that shone, branch af-ter branch alight -ing, The gomdidshe still dis thus the un -kindworld wi - ther Each feel-ingthat once was 2 Aut And, when near-estand most Come, child of misfortune! come false as the dream of the bi - ther, 1 = == e= Sa sleep - er, Like Love, the brightore is weop with thee, tear for * Our Wicklow Gold Mines, to which this verse alludes, deserve, T fear, the character hero given of them, a f fhe rd having go ie prize, stl no far of with the tsman in ts mouth. The eines drew near hoping it rl drow its but as he approached, the ied took wing, and sotted agua,” &&-—drabion Nights.—Suory o€ Kumnir al Zummaun and the Brineoss of hina, Moots Inch Moloiea ‘Novello, Ewer end Go's Ostaxo Raiton=(142.)NO! NOT MORE WELCOME. ; vo [SS —= Moderato, on the sleep -er's E warken To euch be - - : Moore's Tish Melodies “Novel, ver and Cas Oetavo Ballon —(149)NO! NOT MORE WELCOME. steal-ing Of sum-mer wind, through some wreath-ed 2, Swoct voioe of — com- fort! “twas like tho aa os aS shell; Each se-oret wind-ing, oach in-most feel -ing Of allmy soul ¢-eho'd to its Fass a = stentando, — 2 i spell! “Twas whis-per'd balm—'twas sun-shine spo-ken!—T'd . . live years of grief and SSS eS Sy pain ‘To havemy long sloep of sor-row bro-ken By such be - nigh, bless-ed sounds a = = 3 —S= Es alli wat! + i + ‘Mootst Tih Meodign Novello, Ewer and Cas Otay» Baton 144)WHEN FIRST J MET THEE. Au“ Parnics FLY rRo oe." * Allegro moderato c= ? iz fe 1, When first I met thee, warm and young,There shone such troth a - bout thee, And 2. When ey’ ry tonguo thy fol - lies nam'd, I fied th'un-wel-come sto - xy; Or oe on thy lip such promise hung, I did not dare to doubt thee, 1 found, in een tho faults thoy Dlam'dSome gleams of fu- ture glo - ry. I —> =F saw thee change, yet still re - lied, Still clung with hopo the fond-er, And still was true, when near - er friends Con-spird to wrong, to slight theo; ‘Tho * ‘This very beautiful Irish Air was sent to ine by a gentleman of Oxford. ‘There ia much pathos in the original words, and both ‘words and music have al the features of authenticity ‘Moore's Irish Melodies —Novelo, er and Cos Detavo Wisin (5)WHEN FIRST I MET THEE. thought, though falso to all bo sides, From me thou couldst not wan - den heart that _ now thy false-hood rends Would then havo bled to right thee, 0, do - cci- ver, go! The heart whose hopes could make it | ‘Trust ono 60 6, do - cei - ver, go! Some day, per- haps, thou wa + ken ples-sure’s 3 t false, 60 low, Do - corves that thou shouldst break it! ream, to know Tho griof__of hearts for - su > ken, 8, E'en now, though youth its bloom has shed, No lights of ago a - dom theo; Tho 44nd days may come, thou false one! yet, Whon cen those ties shall s0 - ver; When [eect = = a —s: ES Sa SS = fow, who Iov'd theo oiee, havo fled, And they who flatter, goon thea, ‘Thy thou wilt call, with vain re - gret, On her thow'st lost for On : = — = Moore's Irish Metoien Novello, Ber and oetaso Fation (Ue),‘WHEN FIRST I MET THEE, R mid - night eup is pledg’d to slaves, No go - nial ties on- wreath it; The her who, in thy for - tame’s fall, With smiles bad still res ceivd thee, And smi- ling there, like light on graves, Has rank, cold hearts be - neath cs glad - ly died, to prove theo all Her fan - cy first be - liev'd thee, SS = = = go— tho’ worlds werothine, I would not now sur - render One taint ~ less ‘tis vain to eurse, "Tis woak-ness to up - braid thee; Hate can - not tear of mine. Wor all thy guil’- ty splen- dour! wish theo worse ‘Than guilt and shame have made thee, Moots ish Meedin.—Norelio, ner aul Co's OztstoEiition — (MM.WHILE HISTORY'S MUSE. “Pappy Wack.” Voice. A —— sgretto moderato. a dens ged uel 3 Say nasa nun OE SE asians While His to y's Maso the me -mo rial was keeping, Of all “athe danchand of Des - tenyweavosbe- = ste SS SS Sa r 2, Mocte'e Tah Mcodien--Novlo, Ber and Co's Osta Baton (148)‘WHILE HISTORY'S MUSE. mad - “Hail, Star of my Isle!" said the Spi-rit, all sparkling With beams sue as break from her 8, “And till the last crown of thy toils is re-main-ing, The grandest, tho pu-rest een fe i KS : | own dew-y skies;Thro’ a - gos of sor- row, de - sert- ed and dark-ling, T'vo thou hast yet known; Tho’ proud was thy task, o - ther ma-tions un-chain-ing, Far x watch'd forsomo glo-ry liko thine 10 rise, For, tho’ Heroes F'vomumber'd, un - blest was their lot, Ayaan - proud-er to healthodeep woundsof thy own. At tho foot of thet throno,for whose weal tou haststood,Go, 3 & ee + ‘Lablow'd they sleep in tho erossways of Fame;-But ch! there is not One dis- hon-ouringblot On tho Plead for the land that first cra-died thy fame, And bright o'er the flood Of her tearsandherblood,Let the wreath that en-eir-cles my Wat-tiNe-ror’s name, rainbow of Hopo bo her Wst-uxa-rox’s name,’ Moots Irish Motadier—-Novalle, Ewer and Co's OctavoBaition (40)THE TIME I’VE LOST IN WOOING. An. “Pease urox a TRENCHER.” 1. Tile time Tvelost in woo- ing, In watching and pur - ou- ing, Tho light that lies In 7 NS all they've taught mo, brought me; My on- ly books Were wo-man’slooks, And fol-ly's = = f + —ze. Moore's th Metodion« Novell, Ever au Co's Oetaso Elton (190)‘THE TIME PVE LOS? IN WOOING. 2, Her smilewhenBeanty granted, I hung with gazo en- chant~ ed, Like him,the Sprite,* Whom 8. And are those follies go - ing? And For is myproudheart grow - ing Too cold or wise — P stace. ts: fe -s- te ceo ee GSS in glonthat'shaunt-ed. Like him, too, Beau-ty it glow - ing?No—vain, alas !th'en - dea-vourFrom honds so sweet to maidsby night Oft meet brilliant eyes A- gain to set == = => NS = = = = = f oe ca 7 5 = =s: a SS SS Se ———: on me, If once theirray Wasturn'd a-way, O! , winds could not out - run ime, as weak ase - ver 50 - ver; Poor Wis-dom’schanco A-gainst aglance,Is now =e Zz * This alludes to a kind of Irish Fairy, which isto be met willy, they say, in the felda at dusk ;—as longas you keep your eyes ‘upon him, he is fixed, and in your power; but the moment you look away (and he is ingenious in furnishing some inducément) he ‘wanishes.” Lhad thought that this was the epeite which we call the Leprechaun ; but a high authority upon such subjects, Lady fel, O'Donnel), has given a very diferent account of that goblin, ‘Monaan (fn a note upon her national and interesting Moors Ish Melodies —Nowilo, Eyer and Coys Oetavo Raiton. (61)OH! WHERE’S THE SLAVE? AIR.— Sos AGUS slog Lox.” Andante, nf vue (6 = ad 1. Oh! where's the slave, so SSF pe Batt 7 puso. J” ppt T ae SSS a | ly, Condemn'd to chains un - ho pce Pine bo-peathiheia slow - If? Wiatsoutwhovowrongs de - grade it, Would wait till ‘time-. do- = fae a eee * The fow bars, which Uhave taken ding with this epirited Air, form one of Ghose melancholy strains of out music, which are called Dumps, I found itin a Collection entitlod The Hibernian Muze, and we ate told in the Esay prefixed to that Work, that “itis said to have been sung by the Irish women on the ficld of battle, aftera terrible slaughter made by Ceomwell’s troops in Ireland,” Moore's tls Met ,~Norallo, Eat and Gay's Octave Bation, (152)OH! WHERE'S THE SLAVE? 2 Loss doar the lau rel grow = ing, Alive, un-towch'd and blow - ing, ‘Than = = pore whose braid Is pluck’d fv. shade The brows with vie - fry glow - ingt tread theland that bore... us, Our grem flag lit - tors friends we've tried Axo by our side, Andthe foe. we lato be - foros >. ust Farewell, E - rin of == : = = faxe-woll, all, Who live 10 weep ou ~ dim a = tro pte PPP ; fF Moors Lh Melodies Noval, Byer and Ove Otero Baition (163)‘TIS GONE, AND FOR EVER. Ars.—" Savournat Dezuisa,” Vorce. Larghetto, Fuso. Pe — = = = — =} ps SS SSeS gone, and for e-ver, the light we sew break-ing, Like Heaven's first dawno'er the eats = J SS is Ht Wl dh sloop of tho dead, Whon man, from \ the slum-ber of a = ges a - wa- king, Look’ mf = ee up -ward, and tlest the pore ray, oro if fled! "Tis “gone, and the gleams it has ‘Moores Flas MelodletmNovallo, Ewer and Cols Ostaro Edition (54)“TIS GONE, AND FOR EVER. ain, ‘oil - dage and mouin-ing, That 6) But deep - en the longnights of dark o'er the kingdoms of earth is re - tum-ing, And, dark-ost of “all, hap-less - rin! o'er thee. os SSS St = 2. Ror high was thy hape,whon thoso goles wore darting A-ound thee, “ail tho gross me = . [=e = fs IP = i ay Le fe pas = of the world; When Truth, from her fet - ters in - diy-nantly slart- ing, At Moos Irish MelodisconNorell, ovr and Coss Qetavo Btion.—(186)"TS GONE, AND FOR EVER. — 23: 2 os ie SS eae vi 2 A once, like a sunburst*her ban - ner unfurl'd. Ok, ne - ver shallearth see a a — a hymm of de - liv’ - er-anco blénd-ed The mo-ment so splen-did! Then, thea, had ono e PA =P = 2 oe tongues of all nations, how sweet had as - eend-ed The first noto of Ti-- ber- ty, vin! from thee, nf 8. But,shame on those ty-rants, who en-vied the bless-ing! Andshameon the a ~ Safe ° Phe Sun-barst" was the facial ame given by the anclont Ish to the Royal Banner Moore's Ish Meo -orllo, Bor ad Coe Oetavo Btion (186)AND FOR EVER. ‘TIS GO ——— _ SS = + thy its good, Who, atDenth’s reek - ing al - tar, like fu - ries careis - ing'The i! 1 SSE va-nish'd for © - ver that fair, san-ny vi- sion,Which, spite of tho sla - vish, ho cold heart’sde - ri - sioa, Shall S sae Jong bo re~member'd, pare, bright, and e - ly - siam,As first it 9 - rose,my lost ‘Mowe Wish Aeadlzn Novello, Ewer and Cove Ostaro Kaien (057) iaCOME, REST ON THIS BOSOM. Am—“ Lovaw Suzsuryo,” Votcr. Andante, Prayo. i Sontenuto. = fome, rest on this bo-som, My.. own atrick-en.. deer! ‘Tho tho herd havo flo? from thee, Thy home is sill’ here. is oud can o'er - cast, And the heart and the bend all thy = crt ‘Moores Irish Mfloles.—Novslo, Err and Go’s Ostarg Filton —(188)? COME, REST ON THIS BOSOM. _ Sostenuto. M2. ‘Oh! what was love madofor, if... ‘tis aot the. samo ‘hough joy and trot B.Thoulastoalld mo thy an-gel, in... mo-monts of. biiss— til thy An - gel TIL a 5 torments, thro’ glo - ry and I.. know not I.. ask not, if. be, ‘mid ' the hor - vor of ‘Thro’ the fur - nace um-shrink-ing, thy t Se guilt’: in that heart, T but know that I.. Jove theo, what - © =~ verthou stops to pur - sue, And... shield thee,and save thes, or per ~~ ish there1 SAW FROM THE BEACH. Amm—* Miss Moxy.” Vous. Paso. NaS SSS = 3 = SS Sas os (Se saw from the beach,when the mom ing was shining, A bark o'er the wa - ters move such is the fate” of our life's car - ly promise, So passing the spring-tide of =F Meee : iz * o- = = z —— deans. SN ee ee : a Cea = a — =a aa ‘lo -rious-Iy “on; 1 eamowbonthe mum car that bosch yas de lin-ing, Tip joy ‘we have kiown; Tach wave that wo danedon at mom ing, bbs stom tu And = zt rs = = poe Perce a . s calla parte, bark was still there,but the waters were gone! I_ camo when the sun o'er that beach was de -elining, The Jeavos us, at eve, on theblealshore alone! Hachwave that wedanc'don at morn-ing,ebbs from us, And SSS ; ae Dark was still there, but the wa-ters were gone! Jeaves us, at eve, on the Dleak shore a- lone. Mocw Tesh Melodies Norell, Ewor and Cas Oster Halton —(10)I SAW FROM THE BEACH. 8 Ne'er tell me of glo -ries so-rene- ly a-dorning The close of our day, the calm 4. Oh who woul not welcome that mo-ment’s re - turning, When pas-sion first wak’d a new colla parte, clonds and hor tears areworth Ev'ning’shestlight. Giveme hack, giveme back thewild freshness of Morning, Her cout all ite sweots to Tove's ex qui -site Marne! Ar hie soul, like the wood that grows pro-cious in bum-ing,Gave clouds and her tears are worth Ev'ning’s host light. ‘ont all its sweets to love's ex~ qui - site flame! »-Novell, Ewer and Cas Ostro Eation ~(1L.)FILL THE BUMPER FAIR. Am.—* Bow ap Joay.” Vorce, Allegro moderato, pbs Puxo. Fill the bumper fair, Ev'- ry drop wo sprinkle O'er the brow of Care, Smooths a-way a wrinkle, 2, Sa- gescan,theysay, Graspthellightning’spinions, And bring down its ray From the starr'd do-minions: = ~ St we 2 = ¥ 2 = 7 eer ep ages = = eect Wits e-lec- tric flame Ne’er so swift-ly pass - os, As when thro’ the frame It So we, Sa- gos, sit, And, “mid bum-pers bright'ning, From the heav'n of Wit shoots from brimming glass.cs. Fill the bumper fair, Ev’ -ry drop wo sprinkle O'er the brow of Caro, Draw down all its lightning! Fill the bumper fair, &.FILL THE BUMPER FAIR. wh = f S = (gees 3 ee aaa a ; B wovtnthovian vice” Madson bw 0 Than. nog ant For wins 4, The caro-less youth whenup To 5. Somedropswere in thebow!,Item: Glory’s fount as - pi - ring, sinsoflast night's pleasure, With which the Sparksof Sot Fook nor umn nor cup, To hide the pilfe'dfiein, Bat ‘in thetr baring tease! = Ss a =| hr | == 3 = oo =F 3 = | Se Se g = SSE SR - ener e + ——- = a SSE vv t+ % = =E hane’dwp-on that day, When, on baris in-form us,Pro-methens aiclo a -way The alt his joy, when round The halls’ of Heaven spy-ing, A-mongst the slars le found A Hence tho gob-lels shows Hath such spills to win us~ Honee its migh-ty pow? é ee fof = v . - ais = s eS fF =| oe ee Se: x SS SSS SSS SS Se SSS liv - ing dves that warm us. FN the bumper fair, Tv'-ry drop wo sprinkle O'er the brow of Carey bow! of Bac-ehus Iy » ing. Fil the bumper fair fe. Ofer that Game within ux Wil the bumper fais. ES Sas x 7 Ses ssc: { = SSS SS ee = ————— = x - — SS SSS = SE canons oa eee eee aa ‘Moors ih Beodion ~Norelo, Ber and Cove Otero Ealtion (162)DEAR HARP OF MY COUNTRY. Am—"New Laxcouee.” I 4 Andante. Vous: : 1. Dear Harp of my Coun-try! in dark-ness I found thee, The m| P Pp = fe SSS eS = SSS = = cold chain of telenee* had hungolerthes long, Wien proudly mny own Island Haxp!T umbound thee, And pi = = = E = i = v4 a é —— ea SS SS SS SS == Sree st thrill, But so ofthast thou e- ehoed tho deop sigh of sadness, ‘That + Wacken thy fond-ost, thy sess = - fe = SSS e SS aS = SSS w— = = een in thy mirthit will steal fram theo still. * In that rebellious but beautiful Song, « When Erin first rose” there is, if I recollect righ, the following line “ene dark chai of se on Ser the deep” ‘The Chain of Silence was a sort of pratial figure of rhetoric among tho ancfent Irish, Walker tells us of ** a. celebrated cone tention for precedence betwoen Finn and Gati, neat Finn's palace at Almhains, where the attending Bards, anxious, if posite, ‘ produce a eessation of hostilities, shook the Chain of Silence, and flung themselves among the ranks." See also the Ode to Gaul, the Son of Mori, in Mise Brook's Reliques of Irish Poctey. Mooto's Iniah Meloiios—Novelo, er aa Co’e Osta Baton (064)DEAR HARP OF MY COUNTRY. @. Dest Harp of my Country! fare - well to thy numbers, This ewoot wreath of song is the ae — : mISe= E == Sas Sse Tact shall wine; 5 sleep, wth tho sunshine of Fame on thy sles il ove some hand lessum ~ ~ wor - thy than mine. If the pulse of the pa- tri- of sol-dier, or lov- ex, Havo throbl'd at onrlay, ‘tis thy glory e-lone; T was but as tho wind, passing heed lessly o -ver, And a all the wildswootness I wak’d was my own! Moore's Irish Meloien Novello, Bwer and oe Oetano Paton ~(165,)MY GENTLE HARP! ONCE MORE I WAKEN. Am.—"Tue Coma, on Dice.” Moderato, Voice. = = 1. mf My gen - tle Harp! oneemoro 2. my And yet, since last thy chord re - Piano. : Se - = as ae eee 3 é pe akon Theswodtness of thyslunb'ingeonin; ? Intearscae? last farewell wes taken Andnow in = somded, Anhou of pence sn triumph came,cré-Andama-ny aa at ~ dent bosom bonnded With hopethat = Se =f 3 ae ee Te Se ees Lee £ a =s + ae : tears we meet a- gain, mfNolight of joy. . hath o'er thee bro-ken, BM, like those dim, now aro {umn’d to shame. P Yet @- ven thon,.. while Poaco was sing-ing Her hal- eyon 2 ‘Harps, whose heav'nly ekill Ofslay-‘ry, dark as thine, hath spo-ken, ThSuhang’stup - sovg, o'er land and sea, cres,'Tho'joy and hope to o- thersbring-ing, PSho on - ly — ~ = ons + the wil-lows sil, Drougltt . . newtoars to thee. Moots ish Nelotee~Norello, Ewer sid Go's OetevoRaition 108)MY GENTLE HARP! ONCE MORE I WAKEN. af & . h — See _———. * SS is SS 3. Then,who can ask for notes of leaswe, My droop-ing Harp, from chords iiko 4. But come—if yet thy frame can bor-row Onebreath of joy, oh, breathe for = = = E pte “es . oe N. ns aS 7 1 a == =E - # as + re * = So ee . —— = i SSE thine? Alas, the lark’s gay morning measure As ill would suit the swans de- me, And show the world, in chains and sorrow, Howsweetthy mu - sic still can who love, who bless theo, Tn-voke thy breath for Freedom's ‘mid gloom sux-round -ing, ‘how yet eanst wake at pleasuro's, oN = = =i din. 8 = = Se === 9" = == = Sr es & ———— eee strains, When ev'n the wreaths in which I dress thee Aro sad-Iy mix’d— half fow'rs,half thrill— Like Memmon’s bro - kea im-agosomnding, “Mid de -so- la - tion tune. fal chains? stil * “Dinmidlo magiew resonant ubi Memnone chord.” —Juvisan. ‘Moore's Ish Meloien—‘oveto, Emer amd Coe Ostavo Edition (107)AS SLOW OUR SHIP HER FOAMY TRACK. Am—°Tax Gum I weet samy an.” i slow our ship her f 2, When, round the bowl, of So loath we part from mem'ry brings us To tnt dear isle ‘twas faint, so sad their trembling pen-nant still look’d bacl smiles that might as well be tears, = . : = - ee z oe eS = =| - 05 [ee — ye ee all wolove, From all thelinks hat bind us; So tum ourhearls, as on we rove, To back “again Each ear - ly towin'a us, Oh sweets the eap that cir - eles thon To jp z > ae SS thoso we've loft those we've loftAS SLOW OUR SHIP HER FOAMY TRACK. chant - ing, Where ‘To my, thor climes, we mect Some isle, or vale en at eve, When east-ward dark - ly re 8, And when, ino 4 As tray- ‘llers off look back, go - ing, of all looks low'ry, wild, andsweot, Andnought but Jove is want - ing; We think how great haa be-hind them glow -ing— So, when the elose Bee gaze up~on that light they leave Still faint live and die in seones like this, With ray Of tum to eateh one fad - ing If Heay'nhadint as- sign’ us, To us, We been our bliss, plea-sure’s @ay ‘To gloom hath near con-sign'd some wove left be - hind ns! that’s left be - hind us! doy Moore's ih Melodie —Nowsil, Ever ad G0 UcarIN THE MORNING OF LIFE. Am—“Tux Lertir Hanyssr Rose.” vows, [PEE —— = 5 toes Ep) Fat sitee oeetteet. os i : cares arounknown,Aud is plon - snres in all their new ee, 2 ee = Sostenuto, 5 —— = *: SSS SSS ai all fromwithin; Oh ‘tis mothe - lieve mein that. -hap-py timo We can. ae = Moors Ish Melodlot—Novello Ewer and Co's Qtavo Fation —(170.)IN THE MORNING OF TAFE, SSS SSS SSS SS a love, as in hours of less tris - porb wemay; Of our smiles, of our hopes, ‘tis the as SS SS SS Sie es rye ears ee = 2 ———— tae ===: "3 - = * - * ia aerate SS = aa SIS fou + ton is witm-ost when Hideo fede nwa co SS + Set s = Ss — SS ===: E * . +. = 9 a Se Se Se Sor ne - ver return; When our 0+ dour no worth; "Tis the oapywhichhaa sparkled with pleasure so hig load and the mist of our own Isle of show'rs;That Now tastes of the 0- ther,the call the rich spi-rit ofIN THE MORNING OF LIFE. = Sostento. SSS cS Jae ee ark - flow-ing um; ‘Then, thon is the timewhen af - fee - tion holds sway With a fra ~ gran-ey forth, So it is notmid splendour, pros ~ pe - ni ty, mirth, That the St SSE Gow SST - a . pote = = 5 Te 2 = eo at =z - = depth and a ten - derness ne-verknow; Love, nursd a-mong plea-sures is depth of Love's ge ne-roas nit sp-pears; To the sun-shino of smiles it may faith - less as they, Butthe Love born of Sor -row like first owe its birth, But the soul of its sweet-ness is drawn out * cee oor’ sh Noloiion Novello, Ewer and o's Osta Bition.—(072)WHEN COLD IN THE EARTH. ‘Are. —* Limensck’s Lawewratow.”* Vouce. Puno. Lio ef oe 1. When cold in the arth lies tho friend thou hast lov'a, Be his faults and his = =e if fiom leir slum-ber the veil be.. xe-movd, Weep =: o'er them ii a- lence ‘rom the pathways of light he was temp-ted to roam, Bo it = i | + Our right to this fine air (the “ Lochaber” of the Scoteh) will, I fear, be dispaied; but, aa it has boon Tong connected with Tes words and is onidenlly cised for us by Mr. Banting and othe, Y thought T should not be authorized ia leaving it ‘ut of this collection, Moors Tish Motion Novello, Ber an Co's Otero Raiton—(17,)WHEN COLD IN THE EARTH. Wliss to re-mem-ber that thou wert the @ark-ness, and guid-ed him home. Ea a ssw rp aot. thy in - no-cent beauty first eame ‘The re-vonl -ings that taughthim true folly mightrise, And tho! false-hood 2 - gainwoald al - ¥ 2 From thee and 8. And tho’, sometimes, the shades of past him with shame From tho the glo- ry that dwelt in those eyes, ., And tho vy, love to a - dore— "To feel the bright pre-sonee, and turn, + Tnrehim to stray, He _bntturn’d to Moor Ii Meleieg ~ Norlin, Ewer and Co's Oetaro Eton —C1%4)WHEN COLD IN THE EARTH. —- ao SSS 2 eee — i dols he blind-ly lied knelt to be - fore. O'er the waves of life, long be - 7: fol - ly, the false-hood, soon va-nish’d a - way. As the Priests of the Sun, whon their = — 3 aS SS i Cl sia I = se - ¥ “e Pa + night-ed and wild, ‘Thou cam'stlike a soft gold-cn calm o'er the sea; And, if a1 tar grew dim, At the day-eam a - Tone could iis us - tre re - pair, So, if hap - pi-ness pure -ly and glowing - ly. On his ev -'ning ho - - vir- tue a © mo-ment grew lan - guid in He but flew to that + + ri+zom, the light was from thee. smile,and re - kin-dled it there. Moore's Irish Medien —Novallo, Ewer and Co's Oetavo Eildon —(75)REMEMBER THEE! YES, WHILE THERE'S LIFE. Arr.—“ Caste Tmnowss.” Vorce. Prano. 2 tS life in this heart, Tb shall ne - ver for - o eae fey = dear in thy “ee =e the worldREMEMBER THEE! YES, WHILE THERE'S LIFE. 2, Wert thou all that I,, wish thee, great, glor-ioas, and free, First flow'r of the 3, No, thychains as they ran - Kle, thy blood as it runs, © But make — thee more. a aa ee = a} earth, and first gem of the sea, Tisignthail thee with proud-er, with pain - fal - ly dear to thy sons— — Whoschearts,like the young of the att = Sere —— SSeS SS == Moores irish Melodies Norell, Ewer and Cas Oetaro Bdition (177), WREATH THE BOWL. Arm—“Nonaw Kista.” p Givin. es = or aE 1, Wreath the bowl With flow'rs of soul, ‘The SSS = ee j= SE SS \e= = ———— es 2S eS SSeS take a ightTow'rds heav'n to-night, And leave dullearthbe- hind us, Should Love a- mid ‘The aay aS 2S _~ a = ey — 7 = SaaS = ee = ra wreaths be hid, That Joy, th'enchant - er, brings us; No dan ~ ger fear, While ae Mocs Irish Medion —Norelo, Ber and Co's Ostao Ballon ~78)wreath the bowl With — ses a eae oe 2 * ¢ - = = = = Ss S555 a E =E us; Well take a flight Tow'rds eave dull earth be = hind . MPwas mee -tar fed Say, why did Time peta = | a, ==] ? == 7 = ae aa with sand un - sight - ly, When yich re-ceipt'sas fol - lows: ‘Tako winelike this, Let sparkles far more Inight - ly? Oh, lend it us, And, Drisk -er thro', AndWREATH THE BOWL * ‘ eee SE SSS SS SS SS St looks of bliss A - round it wall be blend - ed, hon bring Wit'sbeam To smil - ing thus, ‘The glags in two welll se - - ver. Make plea -sureglide In = — oo “ Es pase lat ot a Pic j ; SS Set warm the stream, And yur nee - tar splen - di ath the bowl With dow . ble tide, And fill..bothends fore - ver! ‘Then wreath the Lowl With Ze be = $ — —— Se fiow'rs of soul, The bright - est Wit can fini us; Well take a flight Tow'rds flow'rs of soul, ‘Tho bright- est Wit cau find ue; Well take a slight Tow’rds te eS hheav'n to) And leave dull earth be - hind us, heav'n to-night, And leave dull earth be - hi corse Irish Molats—Novlo, Br nd Cos Osteo Ration —{180.)WHENEPER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES. Arm—" Farusn Quis.” ‘Moore teh Molten, —Nerelo, Buer and Cas Osta Eaton. —st)WHENE'ER I SER THOSE SMILING EYES. = == a peas SSS Sa ae 2, Foe time will come with alll its Dlights,The ruin’ hope, the friend... unkind, And SEES == ee elie a e = * ee 2 t qe Sas -ing earl... be-hind! While rain, When Ses fonco ‘tis tonch'd by sor - row's tears, Will SS Moots Irish Melodies —Noveling Ewer and Coes Oct Raiton—(182)IF THOU'LT BE MINE. Voice, ————— iby sate HEE = 7 : = - = S| a ee ee 1. If thovlk be wine, tho treagates of ois, OF aes sae SS eee s ~ ee = eee ee ee ee sn Hope be mine, love!IF THOU'LY BE B — Caras 4 t= == Se stars shall Jook ike wors of love,Andiis earth be all ono ptt) j—— = —— CSS eS SS i T T - % + fal dream In our 1 fe % . - _ ss 5 = : fbr pe eyes, if thouwilt bemine, lov SS= penne —— = =—_ 7 ¢ Se 2, Anithoegtewhorosonee Wadena iy Tk iat Uae, aultere We Spist of Lee Ca S ee ‘hat low fom honren-ward bila, Shall tho o'er thm who feel his spells; ‘hat SSS on hearts, like moads that lie To bo bath'd by tho ‘hich forms his home, above, He ean make, on earth, green, if thon wilt to mine, love! own, if thou wilt be mine, love!TO LADIES’ EYES. Am.—Paoum a Bautaou.” 7g _Allepreto Moderato, -9-$y ~ tow (QS ST Yo Ladies’ eyes a - Praxo. = round, boy,We can't re-fuso, we can’t refuse, Tho’ bri = a a a A air-y bow'rs, yon. air-ybow'rs, The countless eyes that — = SEE pag oa an R j i SSS SE fill. the eup, wher-c'er, boy, Our ehoieo may fall, our inks them al} so dsiuk thein all! ace eae ay Moore's Tesh Metoticg ow, Bwer and Cos Ostaro Blition —(385.)‘TO LADIRBS’ BYES. sp SS = Se Ss a rE 2 Some Jooks there are so ho - ly, They seem but giv'n, they seom put giv’, As shin-ing beacons, 3, In some as in a mir-ror, Love seems pourtray'd, love soems pourtray’d, But shun tho flattr SS Ee SS = In To light to keav'n, to but his shade, “tis be tieve them—With soine—oh! ne’ dwell - ing In self hath fis'd his, light to heav'n, While but hisshede, Him - SSS = re ot FF 0 = ther way, tho = give them!) "Phe hhere they go, 50 tempting ray, with tempting ray, Would load us (God for eyes we know, in we know, And lips—tut this is tell - ing—~ So aS SSS ier, boy, Our choice may fl, our ehoico may fal, Wore o> thor way. But here they go! Fit hoy, fe. up, fill up, wher-e'ex, drink them alll = aiistien f ae =] y Moots Irish Meotlag —Novelo, Ever und Co’ QetaeoFaitlon (88,FORGET NOT THE FIELD. ‘mes Lanevearos oF vou” Vor eas = == =p Taint, e 4 S=4E41 Praxo. fem at ~ . —= = == ry = SS SSeS Sa = got not the field where they pe ih'd, ‘The mm ent, the last of. the cea eee == = a | —— a 2 SSS them, aad ——SSs quenelvdin their would we fro but re - ea - linin Moorss Tih MetaFORGET NOT THE FIELD. Fete a} x Ss 5 # i — eS e Se dg ee A - fore, Tathe face of heav'n to fight o-ver ‘That com- bat. then, Nol. ‘isnot ins. Man, ngr io Heaven, Yo let Sy san - Re ¢ = eae —— = Va Free- dom onge Vind ita namo of oar Vie - tormay -tnm'd by one pa = tri-ot a —— os +3 = eee = ; ES SSS S| fee ere re -B cust is the march of that glo-ry Which treads o'er ihe i Moore's Linh toi, Novello, Ror and Cac Ostavo Halton (188)THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE. Ae, ‘Tiiey may roilat this life—from the 2 In. .Morewzy’s starywhere each =z hour I began it, Tfonnd it a life fall of kindnessand bliss; moment can Dring them Nowsun-shine and wit fromthe fountain on high hap-pier pla - nel po-ots to sing them,*'They've: oo Seer See md sich ayes, As be- fore metivs moma to love, Andthat eye its divine in Moore's rsh Melales Novell, Ewer and Co's Ostave Latlon —(180)THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE. os Son = ee eee —— 3, Inthat star of the west, by whose shadow -y splendour, At twi-light so of . ten we've 4. As for those chil-ly orbs on the verge of are - a-tion, Where sunshine and smiles must be 4 BSS = the dew, ‘hore are maid-ens, per - haps, who have rare, Didthey want a sup- ply of cold bo - soms as hoarts for that tho! they were @ - vemanory bist Gian thequeen OF that ig Jnows we nee plenty. on earth wo couldsyae, Ohf Uhink what a Word. weshould have of ivhere, Ifthe SS = $=t ==> 541 isle thoy ix - a - bit in hea-vonvs blue sea, As I no-ver those fair young ce ~ hin - ter of peace, of af - fee tion and glee, Woreto fly up to Saturn's com ig a searthis he planot, for you, love, and me. estials havescen, Wh earth to suel spizits as you,love, and me fort - less sphere, A sees #22] jos, come Wanus Fest pour nous."—Pturalité dea Mfonder- oreo, Ever en Cos Qetaso Bition (18) © [a Terre pours Oise pour Venus Ptoile da Moots Hrh MeoOH FOR THE SWORDS OF FORMER TIME! Am Usxsows. 1. Oh for the swords of for- mer time! Moderato Oh for tkemen whobore them, WI (Se = ptt tise oF at i “- T o_o a i honoursto enslave him,TheOH FOR THE SWORDS OF FORMER TIMEt yf res = ——S— BS ; 2 =EF : 20h for the Kings who flour-ish'd thent Oh for the pomp that erown’d thom, Whoa Gs = = =} e = SS ars and handsotfeeboro mon Were all the vampaxsround tea! Who = = ——————— segade ed 4794 ge9_3- ses 6- =e = 2 = ee . es throne was but the cn-fre, Roundwhieh Love as SSS 2 8 cir- clo drew That Trongon daze not en - ter. Pee rest § + Soe ees eet (Ob for the Kings that Sourish'd thon! Oh forthe pomp that erown'd them, Whenhearts and hands of freeborn men Were gst all tho ramparts round them! le a é Moores Irish Meta‘ea Novel 16008 Ostavo PAivon.—182), 5