Yes I'm weary 'mid the revel
In the stranger's land to-day
Not one dear voice of those I lov'd
All hushe -all pass'd away.
With its deep yearning spell
The hour I breathed to Erin's isle
The whisper of farewell.
To rest in scenes I've met,
To press its weary throbbings down
And learn the word forget.
Steals with it's soothing strain
I turn to dream of Erin's Isle
Of boyhood's days again.
To thee my place of birth,
I've sought but ah-l've never found
A second home on earth.
And brought the soul-lit smile
Now calmly sleep beneath the turf
Of Erin's sunny Isle.
A.D.S.
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