The Universal Songster and Museum of Mirth/The Song of Fionnuala

by Thomas Moore

THE SONG OF FIONNUALA

Tune—‘Arrah, my dear Eveleen.’

Silent, oh Moyle! be the roar of thy water,
  Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose!
While murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely daughter
  Tells to the night star her tale of woes.

When shall the swan, her death note singing,
  Sleep with wings in darkness furl'd?
When will heav'n it's sweet bells ringing
  Call my spirit from this stormy world?

Sadly, oh Moyle! to thy winter-wave weeping,
  Fate bids me languish long ages away:
Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping
  Still doth the pure light its dawning delay.
When shall that day-star mildly springing,
  Warm our isle with peace and love?
When will Heav'n, its sweet bell ringing,
  Call my spirit to the fields above?