Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

A Selection of Irish Melodies (1808-34)

No. 1

Go Where Glory Waits Thee
War Song
The Harp That Once Through Tara’s Halls
Oh! Breathe Not His Name
When He Who Adores Thee
Erin! The Tear and the Smile in Thine Eyes
Fly Not Yet
Oh! Think Not My Spirits Are Always As Light
Though the Last Glimpse of Erin With Sorrow I See
Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
As a Beam O’er the Face of the Waters May Glow
The Meeting of the Waters
How Dear to Me the Hour
Take Back the Virgin Page

No. 2

St. Senanus and the Lady
The Legacy
How Oft Has the Benshee Cried
We May Roam Through This World
Eveleen’s Bower
Let Erin Remember the Days of Old
The Song of Fionnuala
Come, Send Round the Wine
Sublime Was the Warning
Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms

No. 3

Erin, Oh Erin
Drink To Her
Oh! Blame Not the Bard
While Gazing on the Moon’s Light
Ill Omens
Before the Battle
After the Battle
Tis Sweet to Think
It Is Not the Tear At This Moment Shed
The Irish Peasant to his Mistress
On Music
The Origin of the Harp

No. 4

Love’s Young Dream
The Prince’s Day
Weep On, Weep On
Lesbia Hath a Beaming Eye
I Saw Thy Form in Youthful Prime
By That Lake, Whose Gloomy Shore
She is Far From the Land
Nay, Tell Me Not, Dear
Avenging and Bright
What the Bee Is To the Floweret
Love and the Novice
This Life Is All Chequer’d With Pleasures and Woes

No. 5

Oh, the Shamrock
At the Mid Hour of Night
One Bumper at Parting
Tis the Last Rose of Summer
The Young May Moon
The Minstrel Boy
The Song of O’Ruark, Prince of Breffni
Oh! Had We Some Bright Little Isle of Our Own
Farewell! — But Whenever You Welcome the Hour
Oh! Doubt Me Not
You Remember Ellen
I’d Mourn the Hopes

No. 6

Come O’er the Sea
Has Sorrow Thy Young Days Shaded
No, Not More Welcome
When First I Met Thee
While History’s Muse
The Time I’ve Lost in Wooing
Where is the Slave
Come, Rest in this Bosom
Tis Gone, And For Ever
Fill the Bumper Fair
In the Morning of Life
I Saw From the Beach
Dear Harp of my Country

No. 7

My Gentle Harp
As Slow Our Ship
When Cold in the Earth
Remember Thee!
Wreath the Bowl
Whene’er I See Those Smiling Eyes
If Thou’lt Be Mine
To Ladies’ Eyes
Forget Not the Field
Sail On, Sail On

No. 8

Ne’er Ask the Hour
They May Rail at this Life
Oh For the Swords of Former Time
The Parallel
Drink of This Cup
The Fortune-Teller
Oh, Ye Dead!
O’Donohue’s Mistress
Echo
Oh, the Sight Entrancing
Thee, Thee, Only Thee
Shall the Harp Then Be Silent

No. 9

Sweet Innisfallen
Twas One of Those Dreams
Oh, Banquet Not
Fairest! Put on a While
Quick! We Have But a Second
And Doth Not a Meeting Like This
The Mountain Spite
As Vanquish’d Erin
Desmond’s Song
They Know Not My Heart
I Wish I Was By That Dim Lake
She Sung of Love
Sing — Sing — Music Was Given

No. 10

Though Humble the Banquet
Sing, Sweet Harp
Song of the Battle Eve
The Wandering Bard
Alone in Crowds to Wander On
I’ve a Secret to Tell Thee
Song of Innisfail
The Night Dance
There Are Sounds of Mirth
Oh! Arranmore, Loved Arranmore
Lay His Sword By His Side
The Wine-Cup is Circling
Oh, Could We Do With This World of Ours
From This Hour the Pledge is Given
The Dream of Those Days
Silence is in Our Festal Halls