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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 473 |
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Bereft of home and kith and kin,
With plenty all around, I starved within my cabin,
And slept upon the ground; But cruel as my lot was,
I ne'er did hardship know 'Till I joined the English army,
Far away from Aherlow.
"Rouse up there," says the corporal,
" You lazy Hirish hound ; Why don't you hear, you sleepy dog,
The call ' to arms ' sound ? '' Alas, I had been dreaming
Of days long, long ago; I woke before Sebastopol,
And not in Aherlow.
I groped to find my musket —
How dark I thought the night! O blessed God, it was not dark,
It was broad daylight! And when I found that I was blind,
My tears began to flow; • I longed for even a pauper's grave
In the Glen of Aherlow.
O blessed Virgin Mary,
Mine is a mournful tale; A poor blind prisoner here I am,
In Dublin's dreary jail; Struck blind within the trenches,
Where I never feared the foe; And now I'll never see again
My own sweet Aherlow ! |
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