Adieu! Ye Cheerful Native Plains
Adieu! Ye Cheerful Native Plains | |
Robert Tannahill
| Adieu! ye cheerful native plains, Dungeon glooms receive me, Nought, alas for me remains, Of all the joys ye gave me-- All are flown! Banish'd from thy shores, sweet Erin, I, through life, must toil, despairing. Lost and unknown. | 2. Howl, ye winds, around my cell, Nothing now can wound me, Mingling with your dreary swell, Prison groans surround me,-- Bodings wild-- Treachery, thy ruthless doing Long I'll mourn in hopeless ruin, Lost and exil'd. |