Poems (David)/Memories
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MEMORIES.
IRELAND.
THIS land so fair, I have seen,
Now filled with grief and sorrow;
Could a fairy's wand but change the scene
To her I would fly to morrow!
Since royal heads have placed their feet,
Upon old Erin's ground,
Sad aching hearts have ceased to beat,
And true joy now is found!
Now filled with grief and sorrow;
Could a fairy's wand but change the scene
To her I would fly to morrow!
Since royal heads have placed their feet,
Upon old Erin's ground,
Sad aching hearts have ceased to beat,
And true joy now is found!
WALES.
MY native land is in the west,
Her beauty I shall soon see;
No iron band binds her fair breast,
All's freedom there and loyalty!
Though cruel fate has so ordain'd
From her I should be sever'd;
My hand she has a right to claim,
And my heart is hers for ever!
Her beauty I shall soon see;
No iron band binds her fair breast,
All's freedom there and loyalty!
Though cruel fate has so ordain'd
From her I should be sever'd;
My hand she has a right to claim,
And my heart is hers for ever!