(Given to me by Margaret Barlowe, a sophomore at Appalachian, who
collected it from a friend,.............)
Song Balled The Exile of Erin
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chilled
For his country he sighed when at twilight prepareing
To wander alone by the wind beaten hill.
But the day star attracted his eyes sad devotion
As it rose ore his own native isle of the ocean
Where once in the glow of his youthful enotion.
He sang the Boldanthem of Erin Gobrough.
Erin Gobraugh
Repeat the two last lines
Oh sad is my fate said t he heart broken stranger
The wild deer and wolf to a covet can flee
But I have no refuge from famine and danger
A home and a country remain not to me
Oh never again in the green shady bowers
Where my forefathers lived shall I spend the sweet hours
Or cover my harp with the wild woven flowers
Or strike to the number of Erin Bobrough.
Oh Erin my country though sad and forsaken
In dreams I revistit they sea beaten shore
But alas in a far Foreign land I awakened
And sigh for the friends who can meet mo no more
Oh hard cruel fate wilt thou never replace me
In a mansion of peace where no peril can chase me
For never again shall my brothers embrace me
They died to defend me or lived to deplore
Oh where is the cabin door fast by the wild wood
Oh sister and sire did you weep for its fall
And where is the mother that watched ore my childhood
xxx And where is the bosom friend dearer than all
Oh my sad heart long abandoned by pleasure
Oh why did it dote on a fast fading treasure
And tears like the rain drops may fall without measure
But rapture and beauty they cannot recall.
Yet all its sad recollections suppressing,
One dying wish my own bossom can draw,
Oh Erin an exile bequeath thee his blessings,
Oh land of my fathers Erin Gobrough.
Buried and cold when my heart stills her motion.
Green be they fields sweetest isle of the ocean,
And thy harp striking barbs sing aloud with devotion
Erin Mavournin Erin Gobrough.
