Let Erin Remember
Thomas Moore (1779-1852)

Let Erin remember the days of old
Ere her faithless sons betray’d her
When Malachi wore the collar of gold
Which he won from her proud invader

When the kings with standards of green unfurl’d
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 where the fisherman strays
Where the clear cold eve’s declining
He sees the round towers of the 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 through the waves of time
For the long-faded glories they cover