There came to the beach a poor exile of...
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin;
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing,
To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.
But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion;
For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion,
He sung the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.
"Sad is my fate!" said the heart-broken stranger,
"The wild deer and wolf to a cover can flee;
"But I have no refuge from famine and danger,
"A home and a country remain not to me.
"Never again in the green sunny bowers,
"Where my forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet hours;
"Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers,
"And strike to the numbers of Erin-go-bragh.
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