The Irish Emigrant. 1880. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FAFAGHGH IJIJKLKL

Look not for me at eventideA
I cannot come when work is doneB
I go to wander far and wideA
For 'tis not here that gold is wonB
Perchance where'er I go these handsC
May find me what I need to liveD
Whate'er they win if house or landsC
I'd yield for what they cannot giveE
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For who can turn away his faceF
From home and kin and be at restA
What country e'er can take the placeF
That Ireland fills within my breastA
More kindly smile the distant skiesG
They say beyond yon angry seaH
I know not what they mean mine eyesG
Have never seen these frown on meH
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To me these hills beside the waveI
With every year have dearer grownJ
Is it so great a thing to craveI
To call my native land mine ownJ
But why these useless plaints renewK
Farewell That word it seems a knellL
If still I'm dear kind hearts to youK
'Tis all I ask Farewell FarewellL

John Campbell



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