Lyr Add: Let Erin Remember the Days of Old (Moore)

08 May 97 - 07:45 PM (#5009)
Subject: Lyr Add: LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD (Moore)
From: Teru

To AG:
I think Thomas Moore's lyrics are what you were looking for in your thread on 23 April.
Here, the lyrics:

LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD

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!


I hope the lyrics can help you.
With regards
Teru

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12 May 97 - 12:12 PM (#5113)
Subject: RE: Let Erin Remember for AG
From: [e-mail]

Thanks

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14 Feb 98 - 03:00 PM (#21449)
Subject: Lyric request: Let Erin Remember
From:

Can someone provide me with (or direct me to) the lyrics for "Let Erin Remember"?

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14 Feb 98 - 04:27 PM (#21453)
Subject: RE: Lyric request: Let Erin Remember
From: Bruce O.

"Let Erin remember the days of old", a song by Thomas Moore to the tune (given) of "The Red Fox", in Stevenson and Moore's "A Selection of Irish Melodies', bk 2, #8, 1808 [Title usually simplified to 'Moore's Irish Melodies']. There were many editions of the songs and poems of Moore, and I've got a couple that I picked up cheap in 2nd handbook stores. Your local library may well have some edition.

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15 Feb 98 - 11:38 AM (#21474)
Subject: RE: Lyric request: Let Erin Remember
From: chet w

Is it this one? Let Erin remmember to bind up her hair Or she'll lose body heat in the cold mountain air

Chet W.

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19 Feb 98 - 08:25 AM (#21737)
Subject: Lyr Add: LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD (Moore)
From: Wolfgang Hell

See here Thomas Moore's version (Chet, your version's start sounds very promising to me, give us more of it).

Let Erin Remember
(Thomas Moore)

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 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 tower of other days,
In the waves beneath him shining;
Thus shall mem’ry often, in dreams sublime,
Catch a glimpse of days that are over;
Thus sighing, look thro’ the waves of time,
For the long faded glories they cover.

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10 Mar 99 - 08:05 PM (#62314)
Subject: Let Erin Remember
From: George Burt/ dgburt @pioneer.net

I'm looking for the words to a song which goes in part like this:

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.

This is also an Irish pipe tune.

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10 Mar 99 - 08:22 PM (#62320)
Subject: RE: Let Erin Remember
From: Brakn

I'll have the words to tomorrow. If nobody posts them sooner.

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10 Mar 99 - 09:47 PM (#62336)
Subject: RE: Let Erin Remember
From:

Thomas Moore song to the tune of "The Red Fox"

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11 Mar 99 - 05:11 AM (#62385)
Subject: Lyr Add: LET ERIN REMEMBER THE DAYS OF OLD (Moore)
From: Brakn

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

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