Let Erin remember the days of old, <br />Ere her faithless sons betray'd her; <br />When Malachi wore the collar of gold, <br />Which he won from her proud invader, <br />When her kings, with standard of green unfurl'd, <br />Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger! <br />Ere the emerald gem of the western world <br />Was set in the crown of a stranger. <br /> <br />On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, <br />When the clear cold eve's declining, <br />He sees the round towers of other days <br />In the wave beneath him shining: <br />Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime, <br />Catch a glimpse of the days that are over; <br />Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time, <br />For the long-faded glories they cover.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-erin-remember-the-days-of-old/
