The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1890-03-15

t the original version has come an ex
ressiOn that is known throughout th
World wherever a man or woman of th
rish race has settled-''C Mill
'ailte." a hundred thousand wei
Omes.
When like the early rose.
AiIeen aroon!
Beauty in childhood blows,
Aileen aroon!
When like diadem,
Buds blush around the stem,
Which is the fairest gem?
Aileen arooD.
Is it the laughing eye?
Is it the ti1nid sigh?
La it the tender tone
Soft as the string'd harp's moan?
Aileen aroon!
When. like the rising day,
AiIeen aroonl
Love sends his early ray,
Aileen aroonl
Whist makes his daWning glow
Changeless through JOY or woe2
Only the constant know,
Aileen aroon!
know valley fair,
Aileen aroon!
knew cottage there,
Aileen aroon
Far in that valley shade,
knew q gentle maid,
Flower OF the hazel glade,
Alleen aroon!
Who in the song so sweet.
Aileen aroon!
Who in the dance SO neat,
Alien aroon!
Dear were her charms to me,
Dearer her laughter free,
Dearest her conslancy,
Aileen aroon!
We're she no longer true,
Aileen aroon
What should her lover do2
Allesn aroon!
Fly with his broken chain
Far DER the sounding main.
Never to love sgain,
Aiieen aroonl
Youth must with time decay,
Aiieen aroonl
Beauty must tade away, ...
Aileen aroon
Castles are sacked in war,
Chieftams are scattered tar,
Truth is fixed star.
Aileen aroonl
The name Of this original poet
known, but the time when hi
we'd cannot be ascertained. In l79;
.obert Burns received a letter from hi:
ubllsher, Thompson, proposing to hiu
le writing OF song to this same Irist
lr. Burns was one of natures oWr
)ngsters, but as he was as poor as poet!
ave been since the beginning OF th'
'orld, and poor men, at least puo1
oets, ought not to be led into tempta
on. He accepted the proposal ant
lereupon wrote a song which he called
Had a Care" which failed to STRIKE
1e public. He was then urged to try
gain, and wrote another set of words
'hich seemed to please his audience
nd since that time the Scotch peopl.
ave never ceased to claim that song a.
1eir own.
Tbs marshal music, called in Irelan(
le gathering sound. by which the Irist
oops were marched we know to the
attic of Clontarf in 1920, $40 years ago
still preserved to US. 1t is very
rand march, to which Moore has writ
On his noble sopg, ''Let Erin Remem-
er the Days of Old"
The precious music of Ireland was il
anger of becoming lost, when Thomas
[oore came eighty years ago anG
athered up the old airs lovingly and
laced them f.rever in his precious set
ng. Moore was an original poet OF
,lendid imagination. He set himself
, write new words to the old Irish
lusic, which he found scattered over
,e country. This was Moore's grea,
ork. He preserved the ancient airs
his nation and made them imperish
Die. 1t was a great task for an Irish
IAN IN Moore's day to win distincti on
Mess he earned it by dislOyaltY to his
vn country
appraised are her sons till they've learned te
betray,
Unnoticed they live if they shame not then,
airss;
nd the torch that would light them through
dignity's way,
Must be causht from the pile where thei,
country expires =
And yet Moore set out to win distinc
on, and to win it in the hardest way,
he literary man in those days could
1lY live by the patronage of the great
nd the noble, but. the nobility of Ire.
nd was banisned or destroyed. a
reat poet must have great audience,
i'd Moore determined that the audi
ice to whom he sang would be not
1ly his own poor countrymen. but all
b., spoke the English tongue. But bis
,ngs were not English in subject OF
,ue; they were filled with the sorrow ws
his unhappy country. As the Greeks,
zen IN defeat, conquered their Roman
,nquerors BY their efinement, 50 this
ret sang Of Irish history until the