Andante.

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labour op- press'd, And

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tals en

He answer'd so softly, so gently, so mild,
'I am a poor little unfortunate child;
It's a cold rainy night-I am wet to the skin,
And, alas! lost my way-so pray let me in.'
In compassion I rose, and, striking a light,
I open'd the door, when a boy stood in sight;
He had wings at his shoulders-the rain from them
dripp'd,

And with a bow and arrow the boy was equipp'd.
I stirr'd up my fire, sat him down by my side,
And with a warm napkin his tender skin dried;

it,' I said, that my rest thus destroys?'

I chaf'd him all o'er to keep out the cold air,
And with my own hand wrung the wet from his hair.
No sooner from wet and from cold he found ease,
Than, taking his bow, he said, 'Ma'am, if you
please,

If you please, I would fain by experiment know,
If the rain has not damag'd the string of my bow?
Then straight from his quiver an arrow he drew,
And aim'd at my heart, while twang went the yew:
My bow is not damag'd, nor yet is my dart,
But you will find some trouble in bearing the smart.

Andante.

ma-vour-neen

com - fort we felt,

Oh!

Ah! well-a-day, I was forced to re Though all taxes I paid, yet no vote could I pass, oh! Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh! Aggrandiz'd no great man-and I feel it alas, oh! Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh! Forc'd from my home-yea, from where I was born, To range the wide world, poor, helpless, forlorn, I look back with regret, and my heart-strings are torn, Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh!

Erin ma-vour-neen, slan-laght go bragh! With principles pure, patriotic, and firm, Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh! Attach'd to my country, a friend to reform, Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh! supported old Ireland, was ready to die for't,If her foes e'er prevail'd, I was well known to sigh for 't But my faith I preserv'd, and am now forc'd to fly for'. Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh!

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