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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 349 |
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Peace, questioner—we know the sun upon our soil doth rest —
Though emigrants, we have not cast all feeling from our breast;
But still, we go—for through that shade hope gilds the distant plain,
While round the homes we've left we look'd for nourishment in vain!
Well, thou art strong; thy stubborn strength may
make the desert do; But, see! a weeping woman here—some shivering
children too: Deluded female, stop ! for thee what hope behind the
tide? For me ? and seest thou not 1 have my husband by
my side ?
And thou, too, parting ! thou, my friend, that loved
thy home and ease ? Ay—see my brothers—sisters here—what's country
without these ? But then, thy hands for toil unfit—thy frame to labor
new? What then ? I work beside my friends—come thou
and join our crew.
Yes, come! exclaims a reverend man—glad will we
be of thee — We go in Christian fellowship our mission o'er the
sea:— I've left a large and happy flock, that loved me, too,
full well; Yet I take heart, as I depart where godless heathen
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