The Bards of Ireland

by Victor Herbert (1859 - 1924)

Word count: 654

1. The Minstrel Boy [sung text checked 1 time]

The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he [has]1 girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.
"Land of Song", said the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee".

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  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Le jeune ménestrel", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Note: some settings of this text use a third verse written by an unknown author during the American Civil War, found here.

1 Herbert: "hath"

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2. Remember the glories of Brien the Brave [sung text checked 1 time]

Remember the glories of Brien the brave,
  Though the days of the hero are o’er;
Though lost to Mononia, and cold in the grave,
  He returns to Kinkora no more.
That star of the field, which so often [hath poured]1
  Its beam on the battle, is set;
But enough of its glory remains on each sword
  To light us to victory yet.

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Confirmed with Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes, ed. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Boston: James R. Osgood & Co., 1876–79; Bartleby.com, 2011. www.bartleby.com/270/2/92.html

1 Herbert: "has pour'd"

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3. Lament [sung text not yet checked]

— Tacet —

4. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms [sung text checked 1 time]

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like [fairy-gifts]1, fading away!
Thou wouldst still be ador'd as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will;
And, around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still!

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1 Herbert: "fairy wings"
2 Stevenson: "Oh! the"

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5. Tho' the last glimpse of Erin [sung text checked 1 time]

Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,
Yet, wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me.
In exile thy bosom shall still be my home,
And thine eyes make my climate, wherever we roam.

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  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Bien que je voie avec tristesse", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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6. The harp that once through Tara's halls [sung text checked 1 time]

The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls,
As if that soul were fled.
So sleeps the pride of former days,
So glory's thrill is o'er,
And hearts, that once beat high for praise,
No feel that pulse no more.

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  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "La harpe qui autrefois dans les salles de Tara", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Confirmed with Thomas Moore, A New Edition from the last London Edition, Boston: Lee and Shepard; New York: Lee, Shepard, & Dillingham, 1876.


Researcher for this text: Robert Grady