Adieu! ye cheerful native plains,|
Dungeon glooms receive me,
Nought, alas for me remains,
Of all the joys ye gave me--
All are flown!
Banish'd from thy shores, sweet Erin,
I, through life, must toil, despairing.
Lost and unknown.
2. Howl, ye winds, around my cell,|
Nothing now can wound me,
Mingling with your dreary swell,
Prison groans surround me,--
Treachery, thy ruthless doing
Long I'll mourn in hopeless ruin,
Lost and exil'd.
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