LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT. I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary, Where we sat side by side The place is little changed, Mary; 'Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands nearThe church where we were wed, Mary; I see the spire from here. But the graveyard lies between, Mary, I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends; But, oh! they love the better still The few our Father sends! Yours was the good brave heart, Mary, When the trust in God had left my soul, I thank you for the patient smile Í bless you for the pleasant word, When your heart was sad and sore— Oh! I'm thankful you are gone, Mary, Where grief can't reach you more! I'm biddin' you a long farewell, In the land I'm goin' to; They say there's bread and work for all, And the sun shines always there— But I'll not forget old Ireland, Were it fifty times as fair! And often in those grand old woods I'll sit, and shut my eyes, To the place where Mary lies! Where we sat side by side, And the springin' corn, and the bright May morṇ, When first you were my bride. LADY DUFFERIN JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON my jo, John, Your bonnie brow was brent; John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither, And monie a cantie day, John, And sleep thegither at the foot, ROBERT BURNS. AULD ROBIN GRAY. WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye come hame, When a' the world to sleep are gane, The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, Young Jamie lo'ed me weel and sought me for his bride, But saving a crown, he had naething else beside My mither she fell sick, and my Jamie at the sea, My father couldna work-and my mither couldna spin; I toiled day and night, but their bread I couldna win ; Auld Rob maintained them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e, Said, "Jennie, for their sakes, will you no marry me?" My heart it said na; I looked for Jamie back; But the wind it blew high and the ship it was a wrack; The ship it was a wrack-why didna Jennie dee? Oh, why do I live to sav. Oh. wae's me! |