When at eve thou rovest
By the star thou lovest,

Oh! then remember me. Think, when home returning, Bright we've seen it burning

Oh! thus remember me.
Oft as summer closes,
When thine eye reposes
On its lingering roses,

Once so loved by theeThink of her who wove them, Her who made thee love them

Oh! then remember me.

Oh! then remember me.
And, at night, when gazing
On the gay hearth blazing,

Oh! still remember me.
Then should music, stealing
All the soul of feeling,
To thy heart appealing,

Draw one tear from thee;
Then let memory bring thee
Strains I used to sing thee

Oh! then remember me.

WAR SONG.

REMEMBER THE GLORIES OF BRIEN

THE BRAVE.*

AIR.-Molly Macalpin.

I.

REMEMBER the glories of Brien the brave,

Though the days of the hero are o'er ;

Though lost to MONONIA* and cold in the grave,

He returns to KINKORA † no more!
That star of the field, which so often has pour'd

Its beam on the battle, is set;
But enough of its glory remains on each sword

To light us to victory yet!

II.

MONONIA! when nature embellish'd the tint

Of thy fields and thy mountains so fair,
Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print

The footstep of Slavery there?
No, Freedom! whose smile we shall never resign,

Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine,

Than to sleep but a moment in chains !

III.

Forget not our wounded companions who stood S

In the day of distress by our side;

+ Munster.

+ The palace of Brien. This allaces to an interesting circumstance related of the Dalgais, the favourite troops of Brien, when they were interrupted in their return from the battle of Clontarf, by Fitzpatrick, Prince of Ossory. The wounded men entreated that

While the moss of the valley grew red with their blood,

They stirr'd not, but conquer'd and died !
The sun that now blesses our arms with his light,

Saw them fall upon Ossory's plain !
Oh! let him not blush, when he leaves us to-night,

To find that they fell there in vain!

Hel

ERIN ! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN

THINE EYES.

AIR.-Aileen Aroon.

I.
Érin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes
Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies !

Shining through sorrow's stream,
Saddening through pleasure's beam,
Thy suns, with doubtful gleam,

Weep while they rise !

they might be allowed to fight with the rest.--" Let stakes (they said) be stuck in the ground, and suffer each of us, tied to and supported by one of these stakes, to be placed in his rank by the side of a sound man.

." - Between seven and eight hundred wounded men (adds O'Halloran), pale, emaciated, and supported in this manner, appeared mixed with the foremost of the troops :-never was such another sight exhibited.”—HISTORY of Ireland, Book 12, Chap. 1.

Exis! thy silent tear nerer shall cease,
Exis! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase,

Till, like the rainbow's light,
Thy various tints unite,
And form, in Heaven's sight,

One arch of peace !

OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.

AIR.—The Brown Maid.

1.

Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade
Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid :
Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed,
As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head!

II.

But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.