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The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill

With biography, illustrations, and music
 
 

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AWAKE, MY HARP, THE CHEERFUL STRAIN.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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AWAKE, MY HARP, THE CHEERFUL STRAIN.

Awake, my harp, the cheerful strain!
Shall I, the first of Erin's warrior band,
In wasting sorrow still complain?
The first to dare stern danger's bloody field,
Shall I to silly, changeful woman yield?
No,—raise, my harp, the cheerful strain,
What is a rosy cheek, or lily hand!
Since thus she scorns, I 'll scorn again.
 

Tannahill wrote several pieces to Irish airs, of which this and the succeeding songs are an example.