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LET ERIN REMEMBER The Days Of OLD

Let Erin remembea the days of old,
Ere her faithless sons betrayed her.
When Malachi wore the collar of gold,
Which he wonf rom her proud invader,
When her kings with standred of green unfurled
Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger,
Ere the emerald gem of the westren world,
was set in toe crown of a stranger,

On Lough neagh's bank as nhe fisherman strays
When the clear cold eve's declining,
He sees the round towers of other days,
In the wave bcneath him shining.
Thus shall memory often in dreams sublime,
Catch a glimpse of the days that are over,
Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time
For the long-faded glories they cover,

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RICH And Rare Were The GEMS SHE Wore

Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore
But oh ! her beauty was far beyond,
Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand

Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray
So lone and lovely through this bleak wayt
Are Erin's sons so good or so cold,
As not to be tempted by woman or gold?

Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm
No son of Erin will offer me harm,
For, though they love woman and golden stoe
Sir Knight ! they love honour and virture more

On she went and her maiden smile,
In safety lighted her round the green isle,
And blest for ever is she who relied,
Upon Erin's honour and Erin's pride

P. BRERETON, Printer I Lr Exchange Street