Ireland for the Irish Rhymes and Reasons Against Landlordism with a Preface on Fenianism and Republicanism. By W. J. Linton, Formerly of the Irish "Nation" |
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EMIGRANTS.
We'll not forget you! Mother!
In the land that's far away;
We'll think of you, dear! at our work,
And bless you when we pray.
Look cheerly, that your smile may be
Before me night and day,
On our long journey o'er the sea
To the land that's far away.
Stay those sobs of woe;
Smoothe thine hair so grey:
'Twill wring my heart to see thee so,
In the land that's far away.
In the land that's far away;
We'll think of you, dear! at our work,
And bless you when we pray.
Look cheerly, that your smile may be
Before me night and day,
On our long journey o'er the sea
To the land that's far away.
Stay those sobs of woe;
Smoothe thine hair so grey:
'Twill wring my heart to see thee so,
In the land that's far away.
You'll tend the white rose, Mother!
On our little Nelly's grave:
I can not help these foolish tears,—
And yet I'm very brave.
And you'll take care of Tom's dog, poor thing!
And Nelly's skylark too;
And think, whene'er you hear him sing,
He sings of us to you.
Nay! look calmly, do!
Mother! Mother! pray:
How will I bear to dream of you
In the land that's far away?
On our little Nelly's grave:
I can not help these foolish tears,—
And yet I'm very brave.
And you'll take care of Tom's dog, poor thing!
And Nelly's skylark too;
And think, whene'er you hear him sing,
He sings of us to you.
Nay! look calmly, do!
Mother! Mother! pray:
How will I bear to dream of you
In the land that's far away?
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We'll write so often, Mother!
And Father—he can read;
And you'll get some neighbour write to us,
To say if you're in need.
And tell us how you bear the cold;
If Father's lameness mends,—
Dear life! he's not so very old;
And God will bring you friends.
O, this parting pain!
Mother, darling! pray
Let me see you smile again
Before I go away!
And Father—he can read;
And you'll get some neighbour write to us,
To say if you're in need.
And tell us how you bear the cold;
If Father's lameness mends,—
Dear life! he's not so very old;
And God will bring you friends.
O, this parting pain!
Mother, darling! pray
Let me see you smile again
Before I go away!
We'll save our earnings, Mother!
To help your failing years;
And some day come back to you, love!
And kiss away your tears.
Who knows but we may send for you?
You'll live to see that day:
O, mother darling! bear it through
While we are far away.
Stay those sobs of woe!
Smoothe thine hair so grey!
'Twill wring my heart to leave thee so,
In the land that's far away.
To help your failing years;
And some day come back to you, love!
And kiss away your tears.
Who knows but we may send for you?
You'll live to see that day:
O, mother darling! bear it through
While we are far away.
Stay those sobs of woe!
Smoothe thine hair so grey!
'Twill wring my heart to leave thee so,
In the land that's far away.
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