Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls Author:Thomas Moore 
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  

Irish Song Lyrics 
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