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Show "AN EXILE'S PARE WELL." Farewell; I must cross o'er the foaming foam-ing Atlantic, On the chores of the stranger an exile to roam; Far away from the mountains,, the glens and the valleys. Of the .sweet County Leitrim, my owa native home. Where the lordly bright Shannon, the prince of our rivers, Rolls rippling along by the woodland and lea; After forming the lakes of Boder.g and Boffin, It smiles and rolls onward to join with the sea. ' Farewell to the shorts of the mighty L,ake Allen. Your waters reflecting that h.eaveniy blue, ' While the mountains arise like bright spears in the distance. A scene for the tourist most charming charm-ing to view; The great Slieve-an-Iron, ro t.iH and majestic: With famed Lugnacuillagn, Glm-fnrne Glm-fnrne and Doon: And weird Mullaghusk, lofty 3enbo and Lacks, So often i'esounding with sweet fairy tune. Farewell, Creevelea, vale of song and of story. By the bright River Bonnet, so calm.-and calm.-and so pure: In his lyric. "The valley lay smiling before be-fore me." Your fame is revealed by the talented Moore. But, alas! time has altered your stately state-ly appearance. The Halls of O'Rourke. they are vanished van-ished and gone: Ah! -where is the broad-sword of brave Brian-na-Mutagh, That so oft told defiance to oppression and wrong. Farewell to those heroes wuh keen battle-axes. That w?re led by the "Thierna" to many a fray: They sleep in their graves, lonely, sad, and forsaken, 4 By the banks of the Bonnet, in sweet Creevelea. The harp is now silent, tha minstrel has vanished: The halls that re-echoed its music are still; The chieftain is gone, by curs'd tyranny banished. From his throne on the beiutiful banks of Lough Gill. Farewell, d-arest Lei trim, the scene of my childhood. The birthplace of Ollaves nnd chieftains chief-tains of yore: Farewell to your landscapes, your glens and your wildwoods, While an exile I roam on a far for eign shore. I shall long for ihe day when I'll homeward home-ward be turning. Xo longer to wander afar o'er the seas. 'Till my friends leave me low in the grave of my fathers By the old abbey ruins in the cluster clus-ter of trees. Philip McGoohan, H. M., Aughoo, Ballinamore. |