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But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion,
For it rose on his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion,
 He sang the bold anthem of E rin go bragh.

Sad is my fate! said the broken-hearted stranger;
 The wild deer and wolf to a covert 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.

Erin! my country! though sad and forsaken,
 In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore;
But alas! in a far foreign land I awaken,
 And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more.
Oh! cruel fate! wilt thou never replace me,
In a mansion of peace, where no sorrow can chase me?
Ah! never again shall my brothers embrace me,
 They died to defend me, or live to deplore,

Where is my cabin door, so fast by the wild wood 1
 Sisters and sire! did ye weep for its fall ?
Where is the mother that look'd on my childhood ?
 And where is the bosom-friend, dearer than all ?
Oh! my sad heart ! long abandon'd by pleasure,
Why did it doat on a fast-fading treasure!
Tears, like the rain-drop, may fall without measure,
 But rapture and beauty they cannot recal.