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96 UNITED SPATES
Oh! sad is my fate, said the heart-broken stranger.
The wild deer and wolf to a covert can fle^;
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 bowurs,
Where my forefathers liv'd, shaU I spend tho sweet
hours,
Or cover my harp with the wild woven flowers.
And strike to the numbers of Erin go Bragh!
Oh, where is the cottage that stood by the vrild wood *
Sisters and sires, did ye weep for its falH
O where is my mother that watch'd o'er my childhood,
And where is the bosom-friend, dearer than aUI -
Ah! my sad soul long abandon'd by plc^isure.
Oh why did it doat on a fast fading treasure 1—
Tears like the rain drops may fall without measure.
But rapture and beauty they cannot recalL
Erin, my country, though s^d and forsaken.
In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore;
But, alas ! in a flir distant land I awaken.
And sigh for the firiends who can meet me no more.
Oh, hard cruel fate, wilt thou rever replace me.
In a mansion of peace, where no peril C4in chase me,
Ah! never again shall my brothers embrace me—
They died to defend me, or Uve to deplore.
But yet, all its sad recollections suppressing.
One dying wish my lone bosom shall draw;
Erin, an exile bequeaths thee his blessing.
Land of my forefathers, Erin go Bragh!
Buried and cold, when my heart stills its motion.
Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean.
And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion
Erin ma vorneen, Erin go Bragh !