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1. The Exile's Lamentation

   

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   My barque is on the ocean bound for a foreign strand
   But still my heart's emotion beats for Ireland;
   From the green hills of my childhood
   Dairy streams and mountains grey
   From each valley, plain and wildwood
   I'm wandering, an exile, away.

   Oh! why do I wander or leave my native land?
   Because where'er I ponder its wrongs I cannot stand;
   But I hope some day to return
   And view again each beauteous plain
   And cause every tyrant to mourn
   That helped for to forge our chains.

   I hate a tyrant's name; his thoughts I do detest,
   My father did the same, and for that I loved him best.
   I bear no love for any earthly king
   I love my country and its faithful band
   On earth I love no other thing
   But what's in the cause of the dear, old land.

   Dear land, my fathers loved you well,
   They loved you to the core

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   John Fitzsimmons

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Ardlow, Co. Cavan