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There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,
      The dew on his thin robe was heavy and
                      chill;
For his country he figh'd when at twilight repairi—
To wander along by the wind beaten hill;
    But the day - attracted his eyes ſad devotion
    For it roſe on his own native iſle of the ocean,
    Where once in the flow of his youthful emotion
        He ſung the bold anthem of Eirn Go Bragh.

Oh! ſad is my fate! (ſaid the heart-broken ſtranger)
The wild deer and wolf to cover can flee:
But I have no refage from famine and danger,
A home and a country remain not to me,
    Ah I never again in the green —nny bow's
    Where my forefather's lived, ſhall I ſpend th—
                ſweet hours!
    Or cover my harp with the wild woven flow'rs
        And ſtrike to the numbers of Erin Go Bragh.

Eirn my country through ſad and foreſaken,
— dreams I reviſit — beaten ſhore;
But, alas — a far foreign land I awaken,
And ſigh for the friends that can meet me no
            more!
    Ah I — Fate! wilt thou never replace —
    In a man—on of peace, where no peril can chase
              me?
    Ah! never again ſhall my brothers embrace me
        They dy'd to defend me, or live to deplore —