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The Irish Emigrant 



[No. 36, 



THE IRISH EMIGRANT. 

 1 



I'm sitting by the stUe Mary, 



Where we sat side by side, 

 On a bright May morning long ago, 



Where fii'st you were my bride. 

 The corn was springing fresh and green, 



And the lark sang loud and high ; 

 And the red was on your lip Mary, 



And the love-light in your eye. 



2 



The place is little changed Mary, 



The day is bright as then ; 

 The Lark's loud song is in the air, 



And the corn is green again ; ' 

 But I miss the soft clasp of your hand, 



And your breath warm on my cheek ; 

 And I stm keep listening for the words, 



You never more may speak. 



3 



'Tis but a step down yonder lane, 



And the little church stands near ; 

 The church where we were wed Mary, 



I see the spire from here. 

 But the grave-yard lies between Mary, 



And my step might break your rest ; 

 For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep, 



With your baby on your breast. 



4 



I'm bidding you a long farewell. 



My Mary kind and true ; 

 But I'll not forget you, darling, 



In the land I'm going 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. 



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And often in those grand old woods, 



I'll sit and shut my eyes ; 

 And my heart will travel back again 



To the spot where Mary lies ; 

 And rU think I see the little stile, 



Where we sat side by side ; 

 And the springing corn, and the bright May morn, 



Where first you were my bride. 



IaDT DurPEBIBT. 



