I
Slowly and sadly one night in November,
As I laid my weary head down to repose
On a pillow of straw which I long can remember,
Being weary for sleep I fell into a daze
Tired from working hard down in a felon's yard
Night brought relief to my well tortured frame
Locked in a prison cell surely an earthly hell
I fell asleep and began for to dream
II
I dreamt that I stood on a hill in Green Erin
Praying and meditating on her victories won
Surrounded by foemen no enemy fearing
"Stand" was the cry every man to his gun
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