LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD.

Let Erin remember the days of old.

Ere her faithless sons betrayed her;

When Malachi wore the collar of gold,

Which he won from her proud invader.

When her kings, with standard of green unfurled,

Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger;

Ere the emerald gem of the western world

Was set in the crown of a stranger.

On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays,

When the clear cold eve's declining,

He sees the round towers of other days

In the wave beneath him shining:

Thus shall memory 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.