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.