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Broadside ballad entitled 'The Irish Emigrant' |
TranscriptionThe Irish Emigrant I'm sitting on the stile Mary, Where we sat side by side, When first you were my laide. And the lark sang loud and high; And the love light in your eye. The place is little changed Mary, The day as bright as then ;? And the corn is green again, But I miss the sôft clasp of your hand, And I still keep listening for the words 'Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near; The church where we were wed Mary,- I see the spire from here, But the grave-yard lies between, Mary.? And my steps might break your rest. With your baby on your breast. For the poor make no new friend; The few our father sends, My blessing and my pride, There's nothing left to care for, now, Yours was the good brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on; And my arm's strong strength had gold There was comfort on your lip Mary, And the kind look on your brow; Though you cannot hear me now, I thank you for the patient smile, When your heart was like to break And you hid it for my sake. When your heart was sad and sore; Where grief can't reach you more! My Mary kind and true; In the land I'm going to. And the sun shines always there; Were it fifty times' as fair, Robert M'lntosh, Printer,
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Probable period of publication:
1860-1890 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(2a)
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