On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
Thomas Campbell (1777 - 1844)
Source: The Harper, 1799
Contributed by: Zaady
Oh! once the harp of Innisfail Was strung full high to notes of gladness; But yet it often told a tale Of more prevailing sadness.
Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.
Source: Ye Mariners of England, 1800
Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.
Source: Battle of the Baltic
The meteor flag of England Shall yet terrific burn, Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return.
The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
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