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The Exile of Erin.
THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill,
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight' repairing.
To wander alone by the wind beaten hill.
But the day-star attracted his eyes sad devotion,
For it rose on his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once in the flower of his youthful emotion,
He sung the bold anthem of Erin go Bragh
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill,
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight' repairing.
To wander alone by the wind beaten hill.
But the day-star attracted his eyes sad devotion,
For it rose on his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once in the flower of his youthful emotion,
He sung the bold anthem of Erin go Bragh
O sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger,
The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee;
But I have no refuge from famine and danger,
A home and a country remain not for me;
Ah, never again in the green shady bowers,
Where my forefathers liv'd, shall I spend the sweet hours,
Or cover my harp with the wild woven flowers,
And strike the sweet numbers of Erin go Bragh.
The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee;
But I have no refuge from famine and danger,
A home and a country remain not for me;
Ah, never again in the green shady bowers,
Where my forefathers liv'd, shall I spend the sweet hours,
Or cover my harp with the wild woven flowers,
And strike the sweet numbers of Erin go Bragh.
Oh! Erin my country, tho' sad and forsaken,
In dreams I revisit the sea-beaten shore;
But alas! in a far foreign land I awaken,
And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more.
And thou, cruel Fate, wilt thou never replace me
In dreams I revisit the sea-beaten shore;
But alas! in a far foreign land I awaken,
And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more.
And thou, cruel Fate, wilt thou never replace me
