Product Description
Melody based on a traditional Irish tune from A General Collection of the Ancient Music of Ireland, ed. Edward Bunting (London: Bunting, 1809), p. 29.
Arranged by Konrad Harley (1986-), 2024.
Words by Thomas Moore (1759-1852).
Lyrics:
Dear harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee,
The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long;
When proudly, my own Island Harp, I unbound thee,
And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song!
Dear harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers,
This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine!
Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers,
Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine,
Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine,
less unworthy, less unworthy than mine.
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