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SONGSTER. 83
Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt,
O Erin ma vorneen, slan laht go bragh t
Our farm it was small, yet comforts we felt,
O Ir^rin, &c.
At length came the day when our lease did expire,
And fain would I live where before liv'd my sire;
But ah, well-a-day \^l was forc'd to retire:
O Enn, &c.
Though aU taxes I paid, yet no vote could I pass,
O Erin, &c.
Aggrandiz'd no great man, and I felt it, alas!
0 Erin, &c.
Forc'd from my home, yea, from where I was bom,
To range the wide world, poor, hapless, forlorn,
I look back with regret, and my heart-strings are torn :
0 Erin, &c.
AVith principles pure, patriotic, and firm,
0 Erin, &c.
To my country attach'd, and a friend to reform,
O Erin, &c.
Supported by Ireland, was ready to die for't, ,
If her foes e'er prevail'd, I was well known to sigh for't;
My faith I preserv'd, but am now forc'd to fly for't:
O Erin, &c.