Hushed is the song of the mountain,
And silent each valley and glen;
Dried up is melody's fountain,
Oh, who shall awake it again?
For broken each musical chord,
Since the harp of O'Carolan slumbers,
While the hand that awakened its numbers
Is absent from lone Alderford.
Minstrel unrivalled in story,
Thy music shall never decay,
Still unforgotten thy glory
Though language and race pass away.
Still shall thy fame be adored,
Thy soul-thrilling song shall be cherished,
Though every chord shall have perished
That sounded in lone Alderford.