Quote from admin on March 20, 2008, 10:49 am

Hi,

This was apparently written by that well known Irish poet Thomas Moore and the time is set in the ninth century. The tune is Cruiscín Lán.
Hope this helps.

Pete

Song Of The Battle Eve

To-morrow, comrade, we
On the battle-plain must be
There to conquer, or both lie low!
The morning star is up
But there's wine still in the cup
And we'll take another quaff, ere we go, boy, go
We'll take another quaff, ere we go

'Tis true, in manliest eyes
A passing tear will rise
When we think of the friends we leave lone
But what can wailing do?
See, our goblet's weeping too!
With its tears we'll chase away our own, boy, our own
With its tears we'll chase away our own

But daylight's stealing on
The last that o'er us shone
Saw our children around us play
The next--ah! where shall we
And those rosy urchins be?
But--no matter--grasp thy sword and away, boy, away
No matter--grasp thy sword and away!

Let those, who brook the chain
Of Saxon or of Dane
Ignobly by their firesides stay
One sigh to home be given
One heartfelt prayer to heaven
Then, for Erin and her cause, boy, hurra! hurra! hurra!
Then, for Erin and her cause, hurra!