RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE 69TH REG’T., N. Y. S. M.Sweet Maid of Erin.BY ROBERT M. HART.Air—Kathleen Mavourneen.Sweet Maid of Erin, the war-cry is sounding,The bugle’s loud pealing is heard o’er the plain,While Death on his charger in battle is bounding,And leaving behind him our patriot slain.Thou hast not forgotten the friends that you parted,To battle for country, for God, and our right;And sad are thy tears for the lone broken-hearted,Who silently languish in grief's fearful night;Sweet Maid of Erin, they welcome thy footsteps,And pray for thee daily and Erin go Bragh.Sweet Maid of Erin, the green grass is springingBeside where the loved ones of Erin lie low,And down in the village the church-bells are ringing—Alas! how thy minstrel is cast down with woe.He has not forgotten thy love and affection—The last parting kiss and thy musical sigh—They linger together in fond recollection,And cheer him to duty when dangers are nigh.Sweet Maid of Erin, the song of thy minstrelIs, God bless Columbia and Erin go Bragh.Sweet Maid of Erin, the Shamrock and ThistleAre linked with the Star-crested Banner to-day,And, waving in glory where fierce weapons bristle,Are emblems of greatness in Freedom’s affray.We have not forgotten the fond hope of freemen,The home in the West for the true and the brave;And Celts ne’er will yield, for the daring shall lead themTo triumph o’er Treason, or sink in the grave.Sweet Maid of Erin, though far in the distance,I still love my darling, and Erin go Bragh.
RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE 69TH REG’T., N. Y. S. M.
BY ROBERT M. HART.
Air—Kathleen Mavourneen.
Sweet Maid of Erin, the war-cry is sounding,The bugle’s loud pealing is heard o’er the plain,While Death on his charger in battle is bounding,And leaving behind him our patriot slain.Thou hast not forgotten the friends that you parted,To battle for country, for God, and our right;And sad are thy tears for the lone broken-hearted,Who silently languish in grief's fearful night;Sweet Maid of Erin, they welcome thy footsteps,And pray for thee daily and Erin go Bragh.Sweet Maid of Erin, the green grass is springingBeside where the loved ones of Erin lie low,And down in the village the church-bells are ringing—Alas! how thy minstrel is cast down with woe.He has not forgotten thy love and affection—The last parting kiss and thy musical sigh—They linger together in fond recollection,And cheer him to duty when dangers are nigh.Sweet Maid of Erin, the song of thy minstrelIs, God bless Columbia and Erin go Bragh.Sweet Maid of Erin, the Shamrock and ThistleAre linked with the Star-crested Banner to-day,And, waving in glory where fierce weapons bristle,Are emblems of greatness in Freedom’s affray.We have not forgotten the fond hope of freemen,The home in the West for the true and the brave;And Celts ne’er will yield, for the daring shall lead themTo triumph o’er Treason, or sink in the grave.Sweet Maid of Erin, though far in the distance,I still love my darling, and Erin go Bragh.
Sweet Maid of Erin, the war-cry is sounding,The bugle’s loud pealing is heard o’er the plain,While Death on his charger in battle is bounding,And leaving behind him our patriot slain.Thou hast not forgotten the friends that you parted,To battle for country, for God, and our right;And sad are thy tears for the lone broken-hearted,Who silently languish in grief's fearful night;Sweet Maid of Erin, they welcome thy footsteps,And pray for thee daily and Erin go Bragh.Sweet Maid of Erin, the green grass is springingBeside where the loved ones of Erin lie low,And down in the village the church-bells are ringing—Alas! how thy minstrel is cast down with woe.He has not forgotten thy love and affection—The last parting kiss and thy musical sigh—They linger together in fond recollection,And cheer him to duty when dangers are nigh.Sweet Maid of Erin, the song of thy minstrelIs, God bless Columbia and Erin go Bragh.Sweet Maid of Erin, the Shamrock and ThistleAre linked with the Star-crested Banner to-day,And, waving in glory where fierce weapons bristle,Are emblems of greatness in Freedom’s affray.We have not forgotten the fond hope of freemen,The home in the West for the true and the brave;And Celts ne’er will yield, for the daring shall lead themTo triumph o’er Treason, or sink in the grave.Sweet Maid of Erin, though far in the distance,I still love my darling, and Erin go Bragh.
Sweet Maid of Erin, the war-cry is sounding,The bugle’s loud pealing is heard o’er the plain,While Death on his charger in battle is bounding,And leaving behind him our patriot slain.Thou hast not forgotten the friends that you parted,To battle for country, for God, and our right;And sad are thy tears for the lone broken-hearted,Who silently languish in grief's fearful night;Sweet Maid of Erin, they welcome thy footsteps,And pray for thee daily and Erin go Bragh.
Sweet Maid of Erin, the war-cry is sounding,
The bugle’s loud pealing is heard o’er the plain,
While Death on his charger in battle is bounding,
And leaving behind him our patriot slain.
Thou hast not forgotten the friends that you parted,
To battle for country, for God, and our right;
And sad are thy tears for the lone broken-hearted,
Who silently languish in grief's fearful night;
Sweet Maid of Erin, they welcome thy footsteps,
And pray for thee daily and Erin go Bragh.
Sweet Maid of Erin, the green grass is springingBeside where the loved ones of Erin lie low,And down in the village the church-bells are ringing—Alas! how thy minstrel is cast down with woe.He has not forgotten thy love and affection—The last parting kiss and thy musical sigh—They linger together in fond recollection,And cheer him to duty when dangers are nigh.Sweet Maid of Erin, the song of thy minstrelIs, God bless Columbia and Erin go Bragh.
Sweet Maid of Erin, the green grass is springing
Beside where the loved ones of Erin lie low,
And down in the village the church-bells are ringing—
Alas! how thy minstrel is cast down with woe.
He has not forgotten thy love and affection—
The last parting kiss and thy musical sigh—
They linger together in fond recollection,
And cheer him to duty when dangers are nigh.
Sweet Maid of Erin, the song of thy minstrel
Is, God bless Columbia and Erin go Bragh.
Sweet Maid of Erin, the Shamrock and ThistleAre linked with the Star-crested Banner to-day,And, waving in glory where fierce weapons bristle,Are emblems of greatness in Freedom’s affray.We have not forgotten the fond hope of freemen,The home in the West for the true and the brave;And Celts ne’er will yield, for the daring shall lead themTo triumph o’er Treason, or sink in the grave.Sweet Maid of Erin, though far in the distance,I still love my darling, and Erin go Bragh.
Sweet Maid of Erin, the Shamrock and Thistle
Are linked with the Star-crested Banner to-day,
And, waving in glory where fierce weapons bristle,
Are emblems of greatness in Freedom’s affray.
We have not forgotten the fond hope of freemen,
The home in the West for the true and the brave;
And Celts ne’er will yield, for the daring shall lead them
To triumph o’er Treason, or sink in the grave.
Sweet Maid of Erin, though far in the distance,
I still love my darling, and Erin go Bragh.