The Shasta courier., 1860-09-15
The Irishman's Farewell to His Wife.

We venture to asert that ''many son of toll ;
in these mines, will stop to wipe the "unbidder
tear from his eye ere he reaches the last of the
/ subjoined heart-stirring lines. Many, rot from
the Green Isle" alone, but from the vine-clat
hills of the Rhine, from the bleak though loved
New England wales and the glorious savanna:
of the sunny South" as well, will, as they read
feel trembling through the soul, cord that ha:
lain motionless, it may be for years, but tha
now vibrates tothe touch of one whose soul ha:
felt all the agony so thriilingly pictured:
Mary, a-lana, the darkness is creepin'-
Away to yon woods and the daylight is near
All night I've been watchin' while you have
been sleepin',
Though the daylight is breakin' Pm sorry It's
here.
Mary, a-lana, ere the gleamin' of morrow,
! I'll be far from the bosom that pillows me
now,
And l know that your heart will be burstin
wild sorrow,
And throuble lies heavy and thick on your
brow.
Then whisper, me darlin', my own heart is
throbbin,
Ny soul is in throuble, I'm murthered wild
pain,
All the long weary night I've been wakin' and
sobbin',
Nestle close to me, darin', and kiss me again.
Mary, a-lana, long years I've been toilin
And in winter the sweat has been froze on me
brow,
But wirra, in vain was the frettin' an moilin',
have nought but my blessin to lave wild ye
now.
Mary, lana, when Tn On the vide billows,
And there's nothin' around me but watber
and sky,
At night I'll be thinkin those tears on your pill
low
Are dhrownn' the loye-light that sleeps in
your eye.
Mary, a-lana, be tender wild Phelin,
The crather is ailin', and will fret night and
day,
Spake him gentle when the big tears are gath
erin and stealn'
Therel be none else to love him when l am
away.
Mary, a-lana. feel your heart shakin'-
Whisht, me darlin'-be aisy, there's Fargin
above
And although I'm half kilt, and my heart is nigh
breakin',
know he will aid us and smile on our love.
Mary, a-lana across the big water
There is work, there is freedom, and plenty
to ate,
'Tis a sweet blessed country, old Engand's
proud daughter,
The land ofthe noble, the home OF the great.
Mary, a lana, love me own Erin,
'Tis the home of my childhood, the land of
my birth;
But I'll tell We the TRUTH for lie I'd be fearin',
The iand Of tie free is the sweetest on earth.
Mary, me darin', I'm throubled to lave ye-
But the chlder are crying and dying for
bread
Though worked out my life, sure it never
would save ye,
Or drive out the heavy black days from our
she'd
Mary. a-lana, may God ever bless ,ye--
Wid health and stout heart while am
away;
Though the heart will be absent that ever would
press ye,
There is one who will mind ye by night and
by day.
Mary, a-lana, the sun is a risin'-
'Tis a bright blessed mornin'. yet with US it
Is night;
Yet, courage, me darlin', though my brow you're
baptism,
Shinin' out from the darkness, those tear
drops are bright.
Clasp me closer, a-lana, you've been thrue to
me ever,
The mother of me childer, the wife of me
heart
Though the ocean atween US, our souls twill
nc'er sever,
'Tis I'm loyin' ye, darlin', the reyson we part.
Mary, a-lana, whist now wild your cryin
Say an ave to the Virgin, and give me a
smile,
Let me know that the tears on your cheeks
were a-dryin',
Ere left far behind me my own native isle.
May the blessings of God and the swate Mary
mother,
Rest on you and the childer by night and by
day;
And if Death comes to US ere we come to each
May the vargin receive us and keepus Away.
Mary, a-lana, the babies are seepin'-
III kiss them good bye before they awake;
God help them, the craythers, they'll be frettin'
and weepin',
Till your heart, sore and throubed, is ready
to break.
Mary, a-lana, the sun is a risin',
hear from the meadows the faint tnkling
And although every moment wild you I'm
prizin',
You must go from these arms with my last
sad farewell KATE B. T.