Thomas Moore

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

Thomas Moore

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. Oh breathe not his Name.

Thomas Moore

Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!

Thomas Moore

Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me! Go where Glory waits thee.

Thomas Moore

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

Thomas Moore

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

Thomas Moore

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try! Little Man and Little Soul.

Thomas Moore

When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem’ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.

Thomas Moore