“ For it rose on his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once in the flow of his youthful emotion,
He sung the bold anthem of Erin Go Bragh.
Oh! sad is my fate, said the heart-broken stranger,
The wild deer and wolfe to a cover can flee,
But I have no refuge from famine or danger,
A home and a country remain not to me! ”

“ Ah teach thy lid soft pity's tear,
That gem of sentiment refin’d.
Couldst thou once know the tender bliss
The sympathising bosow knows.
When at meek sorrow's sacred touch,
Responsive sadness round it flows. ”

“ The boat sunk in a flash of fire,
⁠Which made the sailors all admire.
All you that know what to love belong,
⁠Now you have heard my mournful song.
Be true to one whatever you mind,
⁠And dont delude poor woman-kind. ”