Thomas Campbell

To bear is to conquer our fate.

To bear is to conquer our fate.

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and read more

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing.
To wander along by the wind-beaten hill.
But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion,
For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion
He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.

'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.

'Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before.

Better be courted and jilted
Than never be courted at all.

Better be courted and jilted
Than never be courted at all.