From the first breath of dawn ere the mists rolled away,

Through Erin thy melodies rang;

For thy soul stirring themes of joy and of sorrow,

Inspire us with love and with zeal,

With hope in our hearts that the dawning tomorrow,

The sunburst of freedom reveal.

Of her glories, her triumphs, and her vict’ries sing,

Her art, learning, culture and songs,

Of brave hearts ever loyal to country and king,

On battle fields fighting her wrongs,

Yes, the wrongs of a nation down trodden forlorn,

For centuries long they have bled,

For the faith of their fathers, the cross they have borne,

And planted where ever they fled.

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THE AVE’S, OR LIGHTS OF HOME.

In that land of haunting beauty,

Our Mary’s own sweet month of May,

In a thatched cottage years ago,

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