IRISH MELODIES. GO WHERE GLORY WAITS THEE. Go where glory waits thee, But when friends are nearest, Oh! then remember me ! When, at eve, thou rovest Oh! then remember me. B Oft as summer closes, Once so lov'd by thee, Think of her who wove them, Her who made thee love them, Oh! then remember me. When, around thee dying, Oh! then remember me. Draw one tear from thee; Oh! then remember me. WAR SONG REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN THE BRAVE.* REMEMBER the glories of Brien the brave, Tho' the days of the hero are o'er ; Tho' lost to Mononia †, and cold in the grave, He returns to Kinkora no more. That star of the field, which so often hath pour'd But enough of its glory remains on each sword, 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, * 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. |