MacEdward Leach and the Songs of Atlantic Canada
The Irish Stranger
John M. Curtis NFLD 2 Tape 5A Track 1
Trepassey Audio:
Ballad

LEACH: All right
JOHN CURTIS: Okay

Oh pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger
That wandered as far from his home
I __________ some protection from _________ danger
And know not which way for to roam

I ne'er shall return-o to Hibernia's bowers
For bigotry have trampled her sweetest of flowers
That give comfort to me in my loneliest hours
Now they're gone and I’ll ne'er see them more

With wonder l gazed on yon proud building
As in grandeur it rose from its lawn (?)
With sorrow to see my own garden so unyielding
Its ____________________________________.

But where is my father's low cottage of clay
For in it l did spend many's the long happy day
Alas has is lordship contrived this way
As tis gone and I'll ne'er see it more

When Nature was seen to the ___________ brambles
Its smiling and beautiful bloom
All fields without danger I used to ramble
And lavish amidst their perfume

Or I'd range through the woods where the gay feathered throng
Didst joyfully sing their loud echoing song
The days of thee summer passed quickly along
Now their gone and I’ll ne'er see them more

When the ___________ and the berries hung ripe on the bushes
I'd gather them up without harm
And then through the fields where I'd shun (?) the green rushes
Preparing for winter's cold storm

Or I've sat by the fire on a cold winter's night
Along with my friends telling tales of delight
Those tales gave me pleasure could them invite
Now they're gone and I’ll ne’er see them more

But Erin sad Erin that grieves me to ponder
On the wrongs of thy injured isle
Thy sons many thousands deploring to wander
On shores far away in exile

But give me the power to cross o'er the main
America might shield me some shelter from pain
I'm lonely lamenting while still I remain
For the joys that I’ll never see more

Farewell now to Erin and those l left weeping
Upon her disconsolate shore
Farewell to the grave where my Father lies sleeping
That ground l still dearly adore

Farewell to the pleasures I once had at home
Farewell now a stranger in England l roam
O give me my past joys O give me a tune (?)
Yet in pity I’ll ask for no more


Notes


Text: The singer laments for his Irish homeland.   He/she reminisces a free childhood in the green fields; a happy time that will never happen again.

Tune: Sounds modal; the melody hovers around the dominant of this AABA form.   This performance is rhythmically free and more melismatic and ornamental than most.

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