Thomas Moore

(28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852 / Dublin)

Let Erin Remember The Days Of Old

Poem by Thomas Moore

Let Erin remember the days of old,
Ere her faithless sons betray'd her;
When Malachi wore the collar of gold,
Which he won from her proud invader,
When her kings, with standard of green unfurl'd,
Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger!
Ere the emerald gem of the western world
Was set in the crown of a stranger.

On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays,
When the clear cold eve's declining,
He sees the round towers of other days
In the wave beneath him shining:
Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime,
Catch a glimpse of the days that are over;
Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time,
For the long-faded glories they cover.

Comments about Let Erin Remember The Days Of Old by Thomas Moore

  • Alice Farley (2/24/2008 2:26:00 PM)

    I have several generations of Malachys in my family and my uncle Malachy could only remember 2 lines of the poem. So I went hunting and, thanks to you, I found it.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003