The Lament Of An Irish Woman - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Lament of an Irish. Woman. 
Ah! little did I think, my boy, When we crossed the briny foam, To seek in other lands the bread We could not find at home-Ah! little did I think that thou Would lay thee down and die Just as the welcome shore was gain'd, And bread so very nigh. 
Could I but lay thee 'neath the sod Thy infant feet first prest-That velvet sod, with daisies wrought, Where sire and sister rest,-I would not weep such lonely tears; For kindred had been there To send the corsnach's low wail Upon the midnight air. 
Oh! Virgin Mother! hear my prayer, To him the undefiled That he would guard from fever's rage My last-my only child. Ah! gather flowers, my precious gem, To deck thy brother's grave, Perchance thine own, ere many suns, Shall sink beneath the wave."