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No sound in thy desolate halls
Shall break the twilight gloom ;
Shall find a boding home.
ALL joy was bereft me the day that you left
me, And climbed the tall vessel to sail yon wide sea; () weary betide it! I wandered beside it,
And banned it for parting my Willie and me.
Far o'er the wave hast thou followed thy fortune,
Oft fought the squadrons of France and of Spain; Ae kiss of welcome's worth twenty at parting,
Now I hae gotten my Willie again,
When the sky it was mirk, and the winds they were wailing,
I sat on the beach wi’ the tear in my e'e,
And wished that the tempest could a' blaw on me.
Now that thy gallant ship rides at her mooring,
Now that my wanderer's in safety at hame,
When the lights they did blaze, and the guns they did rattle,
And blithe was each heart for the great victory, In secret I wept for the dangers of battle,
And thy glory itself was scarce comfort to me.
But now shalt thou tell, while I eagerly listen,
Of each bold adventure, and every brave scar; And, trust me, I'll smile, though my een they may glisten;
For sweet after dangers the tale of the war.
And oh, how we doubt when there's distance 'tween lovers,
When there's naething to speak to the heart thro' the e'e; How often the kindest, and warmest, prove rovers,
And the love of the faithfullest ebbs like the sea.
Till, at times, could I help it? I pined and I pondered,
If love could change notes like the bird on the treeNow, I'll ne'er ask if thine eyes may hae wandered,
Enough, thy leal heart has been constant to me.
Welcome, from sweeping o'er sea and through channel,
Hardships and danger despising for fame, Furnishing story for glory's bright annal,
Welcome, my wanderer, to Jeanie and hame!
Enough now thy story in annals of glory
Has humbled the pride of France, Holland, and Spain; No more shalt thou grieve me, no more shalt thou leave me,
I never will part with my Willie again.
O'ER the glad waters of the dark blue sea,
Ours the wild life in tumult still to range
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,
That seeks what cravens shun with more than zeal,
Come when it will—we snatch the life of life-
While gasp by gasp he faulters forth his soul,
And they who loathed his life may gild his grave:
For us, even banquets fond regret supply
'TIS GONE AND FOR EVER.
"TIS gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking,
Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead, When man, from the slumber of ages awaking,
Look'd upward and bless'd the pure ray, ere it fled! Tis gone, and the gleams it has left of its burning, But deepen the long night of bondage and mourning, That dark o'er the kingdoms of earth is returning,
And, darkest of all, hapless Erin! o'er thee.
For high was thy hope, when those glories were darting
Around thee, thro' all the gross clouds of the world; When Truth from her fetters indignantly starting,
At once, like a sun burst, her banner unfurla.
The first note of Liberty, Erin! from thee,
But; shame on those tyrants, who envied the blessing!
And shame on the light race, unworthy its good,
The young hope of Freedom, baptiz'd it in blood!
As first it arose, my lost Erin! on thee.
FAREWELL to the land, where the gloom of my glory
Farewell to thee, France !-when thy diadem crown'd me,