LIFE IN IRELAND 73 



THE KING'S WELCOME TO DUBLIN BAY 



BY BRIAN BORU 



Tune — ' Mary le More.' 



'Twas a dark dreary morn when, by hemlock surrounded, 



The genius of Ireland reclined on the heath ; 

 By her side speckled daisies and crow-flowers abounded. 



Where glitter'd the blade of rebellion and death. 

 * Arise from thy musing ! ' stern Justice loud cried, 



' Arise, son of Eiren ! nor droop as a slave, 

 Tread bold o'er the land of thy forefathers' pride, 



Emerald Isle in the ocean ! fond seat of the brave ! ' 



Behold how yon sun now emerges to glory. 



And blessings diffuses to millions around ; 

 Behold where a British King now stands before ye, 



The first that, in peace, ever trod Irish ground ; 

 He comes to dispense that soul-healing balm. 



Which lifts into manhood the soul of the slave. 

 Thy storms of wild passion to tranquilly calm, 



Emerald Isle of the ocean ! dear land of the brave ! 



Oh ! dear is the shamrock that decks thy green vales. 



Oh ! dear the shellelagh, whose branches ascend, 

 Wide-spreading its leaves towards the light gales 



Conveying to Ireland, King, Father, and Friend ; 

 Thou bright star of Brunswick ! for ever to shine. 



Long, long may thy banners o'er green Eiren wave ; 

 She meets thee, she greets thee ; ah ! never repine, 



Thou art lov'd by green Eiren, the land of the brave. 



When the world was at war, and Peace from on high 



Look'd down and wdth tears saw all Europe in blood. 

 The Genius of Britain — the King turn'd his eye, 



And stopt in its progress the pestilent flood. 

 He comes to green Eiren ! and soft be the breeze 



That flows from our mountains to cherish the wave, 

 \Vhich bears on its bosom a King form'd to please 



The children of Eiren — the sons of the brave. 



