Watchman And Observer

GREEN ERIN.

Alas for thee! gem of the wave!
Alas, for thine ancient renown!
The children are wearing the yoke of the slave,
And bow to the sceptre and crown!
The lustre that cheered thee of yore
Is dimmed in the light of the grave;
And darkness o'erbroodeth thy desolate shore—
Alas, for thee! gem of the wave!
Alas, for thee! "Erin go bragh!"
The days of thy glory are o'er;
The glimmering light which the patriot saw.
With rapture intense, is no more;
Ah! where are the days of thy pride,
When the tyrant beheld thee, with awe?
Ah! how art thou now in thy weakness defiled--
Alas, for thee! Erin go bragh!
Alas, for thee! home of my heart,
Where the bones of my ancestors sleep;
I see the last hope of thy freedom depart
Oh, Emerald Isle of the deep!
Had Columbia bowed to the chain,
She long might have been what thou art;
But she rose like a giant, and rent it in twain--
Thou wearest it.--home of my heart.
Alas, for thee! Isle of the deep!
Thy musical harp is unstrung;
Thy halls are deserted, thy patriots sleep
Thy dear thrilling songs are unsung
Thy shamrock droops over a tomb
Where freedom shall silently weep,
Till the star of her destiny breaks thro' the gloom,
And illumines the Isle of the deep!