Oh! Breathe Not His Name - Eleanor McEvoy

Oh!

Breathe not his name!

let it sleep in the shade

Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid;

Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed

As the night dew that falls on the grass o’er his head

But the night dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, 5

Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps;

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls

Shall long keep his memory green in our souls

Oh!

Breathe not his name!

let it sleep in the shade

Where cold and unhonored his relics are laid;

Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed

As the night dew that falls on the grass o’er his head

Grass o’er his head

Grass o’er his head

Grass o’er his head