Let Erin remember the days of old
Ere her faithless sons betrayed her
When Malachi wore the collar of gold
Which he won from the proud invader
When her kings, with standard of green unfurled
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

Regards Mick Bracken