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Thomas Moore - How Oft Has the Benshee Cried
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How oft has the Benshee cried, 
How oft has death untied 
Bright links that Glory wove, 
Sweet bonds entwined by Love. 
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; 
Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth; 
Long may the fair and brave, 
Sigh o`er the hero`s grave. 

We`re fallen upon gloomy days!
Star after star decays. 
Every bright name, that shed 
Light o`er the land, is fled. 
Dark falls the tear of him who mourneth 
Lost joy, or hope that ne`er returneth: 
But brightly flows the tear, 
Wept o`er a hero`s bier. 

Quench`d are our beacon lights — 
Thou, of the Hundred Fights!
Thou, on whose burning tongue 
Truth, peace, and freedom hung!
Both mute, — but long as valour shineth, 
Or mercy`s soul at war repineth, 
So long shall Erin`s pride 
Tell how they lived and died.
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