Текст песни: Lament of the Irish Immigrant + перевод

I’m sittin' on the stile, Mary

Where we once sat side by side

On a bright May mornin' long ago

When first you were my bride;

The corn was springin' fresh and green

And the lark sang loud and high

And the red was on your lips, Mary

And the love-light in your eye

'Tis but a step down yonder lane

The village church stands near

The place where we were wed, Mary

I can see the spire from here

But the graveyard lies between, Mary

And my step might break your rest

Where I laid you, darling! down to sleep

With your baby on your breast

I’m very lonely now, Mary

For the poor make no new friends

But, O, they love the better still

The few our Father sends!

For you were all I had, Mary

My blessing and my pride:

And I’ve nothin' left to care for now

Since my poor Mary died

Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary

That still kept hoping on

When the trust in God had left my soul

And my arm’s young strength had gone:

There was comfort ever on your lip

And the kind look on your brow

And I thank you, Mary, for that same

Though you cannot hear me now

I’m biddin' you a long farewell

My Marykind and true!

But I’ll not forget you, darling!

In the land I’m goin' to;

They say there 's bread and work for all

And the sun shines always there

But I’ll not forget old Ireland

Were it fifty times as fair!

And often in those grand old woods

I’ll sit, and shut my eyes

And my heart will wander back again

To the place where Mary lies;

And I’ll think I see that little stile

Where we sat side by side:

In the springin' corn, and the bright May morn

When first you were my bride

In the springin' corn, and the bright May morn

When first you were my bride

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