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The Exiles of Erin

Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt,
O! Erin, mavourneen, slán leat go breá!
Though our farm was small, yet comforts we felt,
O! Erin, mavourneen, slán leat go breá!
At length came the day when our lease did expire,
And fain would I live where before lived my sire;
But ah! Well-a-day! I was forced to retire,
O! Erin, mavourneen, slán leat go breá!


Though the laws I obeyed, no protection I found,
O! Erin, mavourneen, slán leat go breá!
With what grief I beheld my cot burned to the ground,
O! Erin, mavourneen, slán leat go breá!
Forced from my home – yea from where I was born,
To range the wide world – poor, helpless, forlorn;
I look back with regret, and my heart strings are torn,
O! Erin, mavourneen, slán leat go breá!

With principles pure, patriotic and firm
O! Erin, mavourneen, slán leat go breá!
To my country attached, and a friend to reform,
O! Erin, mavourneen, slán leat go breá!
I supported old Ireland – was ready to die for it;
If her foes ere prevailed I was well known to sigh for it;
O! Erin, mavourneen, slán leat go breá!

But hark! I hear sounds, and my heart is strong beating,
O! Erin, mavourneen, slán leat go breá!
Loud cries for redress, and avaunt on retreating,
O! Erin, mavourneen, slán leat go breá!
We have numbers, and numbers do constitute pow’r –
Let us will to be free – and we’re free from that hour;
Of Hibernia’s brave sons, oh! We feel we’re the flower –
But yudh, mavourneen! Erin go breá!

The Colleen Bawn

Och! Patrick darlin’ would you lave me,
To sail across the big salt sea?
I never thought you’d thus decave me;
It’s not the truth you’re tellin’ me!
Though Dublin is a mighty big city,
It’s there I should be quite forlorn,
For, poor and friendless, who would pity –
Left lonely there – your Colleen Bawn?


You tell me that your friends are leaving
The dear green Isle, to cross the main,
But don’t you think they’ll soon be grieving
For dear ould Ireland once again?
Can they forget each far-famed river?
Each hill a thousand songs adorn?
Can you depart from them forever –
Could you forget your Colleen Bawn?

Sure, Patrick, me you’ve been beguiling,
It’s not my heart you mane to break,
Tho’ fortune may not now be smiling,
Your Colleen Bawn you’ll not forsake;
I’ll go with you across the sea dear,
If brighter days for us won’t dawn;
No matter where our home may be dear,
I still will be your Colleen Bawn.

The Emerald Isle

Of all the nations under the sun,
Dear Erin does truly excel;
For friendship, for valor, for fun,
‘Tis fam’d, as the world can tell;
The boys are all hearty, the girls
Sweet daughters of beauty they prove,
The lads they ne’er dread any perils,
The lasses are brimful of love.


Then Hurrah! For the Emerald Isle!
Where shillelaghs and shamrocks abound,
May peace and prosperity smile
O’er the land and its natives around

Our forefathers tell us St. Pat.,
Drove vermin away from our shore,
The shamrock he bless’d and for that
He told us while time should remain,
Still happy would be the gay sod
And bloom in the midst of the main,
By the footsteps of friendship still trod.

Then Hurrah! For the Emerald Isle!
Where shillelaghs and shamrocks abound,
May peace and prosperity smile
O’er the land and its natives around

As for heroes, we have them in plenty,
From gallant old Brian Boroimhe,
In battles, faith, upwards of twenty
He lathered the Danes black and blue.
Like lions they fought on the strand,
And may their descendants for ever
Protect their own beautiful land

Then Hurrah! For the Emerald Isle!
Where shillelaghs and shamrocks abound,
May peace and prosperity smile
O’er the land and its natives around