| lyric | The harp that once through Tara's halls
The soul of music shed
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls
As if the soul were fled
So sleeps the pride of former days so glory's thrill is over
And hearts that once beathigh for praise
Now feels that pulse no more
No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of Tara' swells
The chord alone that breaks at night
Its tale of ruin tells
Thus freedon now so seldom wakes
The only throb she gives
Is when some heart indignant breaks
To show that still she lives |