The Irish Stranger lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics The Irish Stranger lyrics Pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger, That wanders so far from his home, That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger, That knows not from which way for to roam. Yet I ll never return to Hibernia s green bowers, For tyranny tramples the sweetest of flowers, That once gave me comfort in loneliest hours? Now they are gone I shall ne er see them more. With wonder I gazed on yon lofty building, As in grandeur I rose from its lord, But soon I beheld my fair garden yielding The choicest of fruit for his foe. But, where is my father s lone cottage of clay, Wherein I ve spent many a long day, Alas ! has his lordship conniv d it away ? Yes, it is gone, I shall never see it more. When nature was seen in the sloe bush and bramble, All smiling in beautiful bloom, Over the fields without danger, I often Did ramble amidst their perfume ; I have wranged through the woods where the gay feather d throng Joyfully sung their loud echoing song? These days then of summer passed sweetly along, Now they re gone?I shall ne er see them more ! When the sloe and the berries hung ripe on the bushes I have gathered them off without harm? I have gone to the field and shorn the green rushes, Preparing for winter s cold storm ! Along with my friends telling tales of delight, Beguiling the hours of the long winter s night, Those days gave me pleasure?I could them invite ; Now they re gone, I shall ne er see them more. Oh, Erin ! oh, Erin ! it grieves me to ponder The wrongs of thy injurned isle ! Of thy sons may a thousand from home do wander On shores far away an exile ! But give me the power to cross the main, Calumbia might yield me some shelter from pain, I am only lamenting whilst here I remain, For the boys I shall ne er see again. song lyrics