Let Erin Remember
(Tune: The Little Red Fox)

Let Erin remember the days of old

Let Erin remember the days of old,Ere her faithless sons betrayed her;When Malachi wore the collar of gold,Which he won from her proud invader;When her kings, with standard of green unfurled, Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger;Ere the emerald gem of the western worldWas 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!