Oh, Lady fair, where art thou roaming 234 235 Oh, see those cherries, once so glowing 235 Oh, yes! so well, so tenderly 237 Oh, yes! when the bloom of young boyhood is over 238 The brilliant black eye There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told The sigh that lightens the languid oar The song of war shall echo The white sail caught the ev'ning ray The young rose which I give thee Though sacred the tie that our country entwineth Thy song has taught my heart to feel "Tis said, but whether true or not To sigh yet feel no pain "Twas a new feeling-something more 215 274 275 272 271 244 236 245 270 275 229 271 218 IRISH MELODIES. Go where glory waits thee. Air-Maid of the Valley. Go where glory waits thee; Oh! then remember me. Oh! then remember me. When, at eve, thou rovest, Oh! then remember me. Think, when home returning, Oft, as summer closes, On its lingering roses, Once so lov'd by thee, Think of her who wove them; When, around thee, dying, Oh! then remember me: Oh! still remember me. Draw one tear from thee; Oh! then remember me. War Song. Air-Molly Macalpin. Remember the glories of Brien the brave,1 Though the days of the hero are o'er; Though, lost to Moronia, and cold in the grave,2 He returns to Kinkora no more! 3 |