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THE EXILS OF EBIN (Continued.)
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Erin, my country! though sad and forsaken,
In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ;
But alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken,
And sigh for the friends who can meet me no
more.
O cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me
In a mansion of peace, where no perils can chase
me?
Never again shall my brothers embrace me,
They died to defend me, or live to deplore.
Where is my cabin door, fast by the wild wood ?
Sisters and sire, did you weep for its fall ?
Where is the mother that looked on my childhood ?
And where is the bosom friend, dearer than all ?
Oh, my sad heart ! long abandoned by pleasure,
Why did it dote on a fast-fading treasure ?
Tears like the rain-drop, may fall without mea-
sure.
But rapture and beauty they cannot recall.
Yet all its sad recollections suppressing,
One dying wish my lone bosom can draw,
Erin, an exile, bequeathes thee his blessing,
Land of my forefathers — Erin go Bragh !
Buried and cold, when my heart stills its motion.
Green be thy fields sweetest isle of the ocean,
And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with de-
votion,
Erin mavourneen, Erin go Bragh !
SAVOURNA DEELISH.
Same Aik,
O, THE moment was sad when ray love and I parted,
Savourna deelish shigan, O !
As I kiss'd off her tears I was nigh broken-
hearted,
Savourna, &c.
Wan was her cheek, which hung on my shoulder,
Damp was her hand, no marble was colder,
I felt that I never again should behold her,
Sarourna, &c.
When the word of command put our men into
motion,
Savourna, &c.
I buckled my knapsack to cross the wide ocean,
Savourna, &c.
Brisk were our troops, all roaring like thunder.
Pleased with the voyage, impatient for plunder,
My bosom with grief was almost torn asunder,
Savourna, &c.