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   “Sad is the fate Granma's sons...”

   

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   and Saxon tyranny-

   Yet our boys and girls are going away,

   More numerous than before.

   And leaving parents, old and grey,

   On dear old Erin's shore.

   Some say it is the wander-lust.

   That causes them to go away;

   Some say to join their kindred

   In the land beyond the sea

   But if they'd start industries here

   And unity restore,

   The would not choose another sphere,

   In lieu of Erin's shore.

   The farner he is crippled now-

   Well may he heave a sigh-

   He get little for his pig or cow,

   The tariffs are so high.

   He can't afford to pay his rates,

   His markets are no more.

   And his children forced to emigrate

   From dear old Erin's shore.

   There are going now to Johnny Bull.

   In thousands every year

   The girls to tend his table.

   Which is furnished with good cheer;

   The men to reap his harvest,

   His crops to save and store,

   And some to join his army.

   

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Mary Anne Killeen

   Gender

   Female

   Age

   14

   Occupation

   Farmer's daughter

   Address

   Rathpeak, Co. Roscommon