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Thomas Moore - Let Erin Remember the Days of Old
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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 her kings, with standard 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 as the fisherman strays, 
   When the clear cold eve`s declining, 
He sees the round towers of 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.
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