The Sword of Erin

Lyrics

Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin On him who the brave sons of Usna betray'd! For every fond eye he hath waken'd a tear in A drop from his heart-wounds shall weep o'er her blade By the red cloud that hung over Conor's dark dwelling When Ulad's three champions lay sleeping in gore By the billows of war, which so often, high swelling Have wafted these heroes to victory's shore We swear to avenge them! - no joy shall be tasted The harp shall be silent, thе maiden unwed Our halls shall be mutе, and our fields shall lie wasted Till vengeance is wreak'd on the murderer's head Yes, monarch! though sweet are our home recollections Though sweet are the tears that from tenderness fall; Though sweet are our friendships, our hopes, our affections Revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all!