LOVE AND WAR.

How soft is the moon on Glengariff,

The rocks seem to melt with the light:

Oh! would I were there with dear Fanny,

To tell her that love is as bright;

And nobly the sun of July

O'er the waters of Adragoole shines —

Oh! would that I saw the green banner

Blaze there over conquering lines.

Oh! love is more fair than the moonlight,

And glory more grand than the sun:

And there is no rest for a brave heart,

Till its bride and its laurels are won;

But next to the burst of our banner,

And the smile of dear Fanny, I crave

The moon on the rocks of Glengariff —

The sun upon Adragoole's wave.