Luyện nghe bài hát The Exile Of Erin / Air: I Mo Sheasamh Ar An Tra (As I Stand On The Beach)

THERE to the beach a poor exile of Erin.
The dew on his robe was heavy and chill;
For his he sighed, when at twilight reparing.
To alone by the wind-beaten hill.
But the day-star his eyes' sad devotion,
For it rose o'er his own isle of the ocean,
When once in the fire of his emotion,
He the loud anthem of Erin-go-Bragh.

"Sad is my fate!" the heart-broken stranger :
The wild-deer and wolf to a can flee.
But I have no refuge from famine and
A and a country remain not to me.
Never again, in the green bowers,
Where my forefathers lived, shall I spend the hours,
Or cover my harp with the flower,
And to the numbers of Erin-go-Bragh.

"Erin, my country ! sad and forsaken,
In dreams I revisit thy sea beaten
But alas ! in a far land I awaken,
And sigh for the friends who can meet me no
O! cruel fate ! wilt thou replace me
In a mansion of peace where no perils can me?
Never again my brothers embrace me.
died to defend me, or live to deplore.

"Where is my cabin door, fast by the wild
Sisters and sire, did you weep for its
Where is the mother that looked on my
And where is the bosom friend than all?
O! my sad heart! abandoned by pleasure,
Why did it on fast-fading treasure?
Tears, the rain-drops, may fall with-out measure,
But rapture and they cannot recall.

"Yet all its sad suppressing,
One dying wish my lone can draw
Erin! an exile bequeaths his blessing!
of my forefathers. Erin-go-Bragh!
Buried and cold, when my heart its motion,
be thy fields, sweetest Isle of the ocean!
And thy bards sing aloud with devotion,
Mavourneen! Erin-go-Bragh."