The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1895-01-31
L BABE ADIEU TO MY NATIVE LAND
Old ERIN's SHAMROCK SHORE,


/ loIEB IHAB pdSSeN, you L CAN'T ICtGnt trQl
sad ard dtoary day,
| When bound unto foreign land, our shlI
got under way,
| My friends. then few on Derry quay, tbs
| best ono was no more,
While othere. brave. had crossed the wave
to quit their native shore.
OH then. thought, as Off we sailed down
| Foyle's grand flowing tide.
Of frleDde once true, who bade adleu, stlll
standing by my side,
But then such friends l could not find,
there was mono In my sight,
felt alone, bloak worli to roam-it
| made the parting light.
Fair swllly's heavlng blIlo9s deep we
gently G Ilded DER;
Thought OF pleasant days speut when
roaming DER lts shore;
The gay anu loving comrades, the scenes
which l have traced,
| Shall still remain a green sDot fair. in
memorJ's dreary waste.
And when. upon the broad, blue. deep,
last fading from my eight,
MY very heart strings seemed to cling,
around that vision bright
Nor turned my eyes from those dear hills
watched them all the while.
And only my fond thoughts could reach,
old Erin's Emerald lsle.
Dear Erin. fair. beyond compare, my own.
my native land,
Its majestlr, frownng mountains, and
sivery lakes, go grand.
Its verdHDt nils and ripping rills ne'er
might see them more;
bhde adleu to my own loved home Old
Erins Shamrock shore.
Sweet pottigo! enchanting spot; home
eveI dear TO me-;
Midst tlowery lands. meath mountains
grand, methnks yet do see
lhy lovely dale! Uh, happy vale! could
nature give thee more.
Than that purltng stream, In Its grandeur
seen, hoWlng on to Erne's shore?
Aye. Pettigo. dear homo Of youth, In
-. grand old Donegal,
The happy scenes of by-gons days, l
otttlmes do recall,
Sweet peaeeful houts. In lovely bowers.
which shall sec no moIe.
Yet, ever dear within my mind, though
on foreign shore.
Ard oh. what changes now there are. in
my once happy homs.
A stranger on another shore. have been
forced to roam;
In distant climes l think of thse-thy
scenes. 30 beauteour, grand,
Are cherished in my memory still, though
in foreign land.
oh! pleasant hours, which have spent,
In those happy days OF yore;
The cherished SCENES The loving friends,
aias. are now no more;
Not all the wealth so dearly won, across
the western main,
Could bring to me the Joy so sweet, OF
those dear scenes again.
Whether on Louph Derg's shore roved,
or DER its waters fair.
thought of brighJ and by-Gone days,
which spent happily thers,
Made hallowed by st. Patticks tread, and
the holy cross he BORE
what changes now, thou onoe famad
lake!-there's stranger on thy shore.
Tls sad to think, on that sacred spot, In.
justice should hold sway,
Its fightfui owners wronged and robbed,
"A usurper on the qGay,
Built by those who held 1t long, and priced
II as their home,
And they have ne'er boen recompensed, for
what they clalmed their own.
Yet can't forget what has been done, so
heartlessly and wrong,
BY those who should be friends, whom |
cherished as my own,
They got home unjustly, and keep 1t
withou. right,
Exlled its once happy mem bers far from
It's loving sight.
And others too, we meet, who make this
WOIlu EOdu uHEus
Who. by their folly and ill.wlll, would
motives good discard;
Where peace and friendship should pre-
vail discords sting would send
While some have no hearts to feel, nor
helping hand TO lend.
Unlike the friends of other days, we still
revere theiI name.
All! they were SO generous, kind and true
few like them now remain,
Some sleep beneath a foreign rod we
trust, others too. did go
To their real home, in blessed reward, God
grant II to be 50.
But now. alasl those friends are gone
those happy days are DER,
The by-gone scenes. the hopes 30 bright
Lough Berg's hallowed shore;
Yet. all that care and toll can gam, could |
not on me bestow.
The pleasures of my own loved home In |
dear old Pettlgo.
They say, Pm now in freedom's land, tits
truly great own
Long may It's flag wave proud and high, |
Ger free and happy homes;
Long may Its glorious stars and stripes,
Shine forth In freedom's dawn
May 1t respected, ever be, with the name
of Washington.
o! God OF nations and OF might, look down
on that fair Isle.
Let the glorious star OF freedom once
more upon her smile,
And from heartlaas landlord oppression,
and British tyranny.
Grant, OF Lord. for justice sake, that Ire.
land may be free.