While the moss of the valley grew red with their blood,

They stirr'd not, but conquer'd and died !
The sun that 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!

Hele

ERIN ! THE TEAR AND THE SMILE IN

THINE EYES.

AIR.-Aileen Aroon.

I.
Eris! the tear and the smile in thine eyes
Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies!

Shining through sorrow's stream,
Saddening through pleasure's beam,
Thy suns, with doubtful gleam,

Weep while they rise !

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they might be allowed to fight with the rest.-- 6. Let stakes (they said) be stuck in the ground, and suffer each of us, tied to and supported by one of these stakes, to be placed in his rank by the side of a sound man.

9 66 Between seven and eight hundred wounded men (adds O'Halloran), pale, emaciated, and supported in this manner, appeared mixed with the foremost of the troops :-never was such another sight exhibited."--HISTORY of IRELAND, Book 12, Chap. I.

Exis! thy silent tear nerer shall cease,
Ear! thy languid smile ne'er shall increase,

Till, like the rainbow's light,
Tby various tints unite,
And form, in Heaven's sight,

One arch of peace!

OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.

AIR.-The Brown Maid.

1.

OH! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade
Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid :
Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed,
As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head!

II.

But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

When he who adores thee has left but the name

Of his fault and his sorrows behind,
Oh! say, wilt thou

weep, when they darken the fame
Of a life that for thee was resign'd?
Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn,

Thy tears shall efface their decree;
For Heaven can witness, though guilty to them,

I have been but too faithful to thee !

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With thee were the dreams of my earliest love

Every thought of my reason was thine;
In

my last humble prayer to the Spirit above
Thy name shall be mingled with mine!
Oh! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live

The days of thy glory to see ;
But the next dearest blessing that Heaven can give

Is the pride of thus dying for thee!

THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH TARA'S

HALLS.

AIR.--Gramachree.

I.

The harp that once through Tara's halls

The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls

As if that soul were fled.
So sleeps the pride of former days,

So glory's thrill is o’er,
And hearts that once beat high for praise,

Now feel that pulse no more!

II.

No more to chiefs and ladies bright

The harp of Tara swells;
The chord alone, that breaks at night,

Its tale of ruin tells.
Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes,

The only throb she gives
Is when some heart indignant breaks,

To show that still she lives !

FLY NOT YET.

Arr:-Planxty Kelly.

I.

Fly not yet, 'tis just the hour
When pleasure, like the midnight flower
That scorns the eye of vulgar light,
Begins to bloom for sons of night,

And maids who love the moon! 'Twas but to bless these hours of shade That beauty and the moon were made; 'Tis then their soft attractions glowing Set the tides and goblets flowing.

Oh! stay-Oh! stay.--
Joy so seldom weaves a chain
Like this to-night, that oh! 'tis pain

To break its links so soon.

II.

Fly not yet, the fount that play'd
In times of old through AMMON's shade,