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Show ' 'vifnR'aiuiK.s of; cqrn "'. ai80 0r,M3, ?:l "' . - v f biys me.lhY grain of corn, mother; Only three grains of corn; v 'TwiH-luep: the little life I have, , v -'t;-ij-m the comingtof the mom. ."-,; -iVtA-dylnioChutigct.ahdtiold, mother; Djlngpf;hWgcr,andcolo!j And half;;th agonjes of i.uch a death, ijtfy. lipt'hay never told. IthMgniaUt a-, wolf at my heart, v . xne.tber; f"Xw?lfthai:Isiirce,for blood; "All the live;long' day and the night besides. 9 Gnawing for thelack of food, 9 I I dreamed of bread in my Bleep, mother,. jAnd.the sight was-J.eaVeh toce 9 lawKlte'with.an eager, and famishing lip, ,. 9 4 'Bul'ydu.fitd'na hrckd for me. 9 OU, 1 eould I look to youj mother? 9 Hew could I look to. ;y.ou, 9 fr hisad vymr,:Bln.rtnfi chiia, - 9 "Wheajyou we're starving top! . 9 ' For I 'read. tho famine on ymr.cheek, 9 And in your oyeso wild; 9 And I felt rt lh youthohy andi 9 Wlienydvi laid.it ;on ypurchild. 9 The queen has larUls and gold., mother, 9 The queen ha" land? and. gold, 9 Whileyou ari forced tu your empty breast 9 . A skeleton babe to hold; 9 - A. babe! that is dying from want, mother, ; 9 As t arn dying now; 9 With a ghastly look in its sinking eye, 9 And famine on its brow. 9 What h poor Ireland done, mother? j 9 Whathas poor Ireland done, 9 ' Ttat the world looks on and sees ius starve,; 9 Perishing one by one? j 9 Dotbe rao.n of England care, mother, 9 ' The great men and the high, j. 9 Eor tho suffering .sons of poor Erin's isle, 9 Whether they live or die? 9 Come ntarcr to my side, molher, . I 9 Come nearer to my side, . . And hbld'rao fondly as you held, . . I 9 , My father w'herl he died. .. . - f 9 Quick, for t cannot see you. mother; I ' - lly breath is almost gone; T ; fl f,i; Motherdear tnotherero Idie; ."" f 9 Give me three grains of corn. I |