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Thomas Moore - War Song
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Remember the Glories of Brien the Brave


Remember the glories of Brien the brave, 
   Though the days of the hero are o`er, 
Though lost to Mononia and cold to the grave, 
   He returns to Kinkora no more. 
That star of the field, which so often hath pour`d 
   Its beam on the battle, is set; 
But enough of its glory remains on each sword, 
   To light us to victory yet. 

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. 

Forget not our wounded companions who stoood
   In the day of distress by our side; 
While the moss of the valley grew red with their blood, 
   They stirr`d not, but conquer`d and died. 
That sun which 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.
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