The Exile Of Erin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDDE EFEFGGGE DEDEFFFE HIHIEEEI CECEDDD| There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin | A |
| The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill | B |
| For his country he sign'd when at twilight repairing | C |
| To wander alone by the wind beaten hill | B |
| But the day star attracted his eye's sad devotion | D |
| For it rose o'er his own native isle fo the ocean | D |
| Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion | D |
| He sang the bold anthem of Erin Go Bragh | E |
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| 'Sad is my fate ' said the heart broken stranger | E |
| 'The wild deer and wolf to the covert can flee | F |
| But I have no refuge from famine and danger | E |
| A home and a country remain not to me | F |
| Never again in my green sunny bowers | G |
| Where my forefathers lived shall I spend the sweet hours | G |
| Or cover my harp with the wild woven flowers | G |
| And strike to the numbers of Erin Go Bragh | E |
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| 'Erin my country though sad and forsaken | D |
| In dreams I revisit thy sea beaten shore | E |
| But alas in a far foreign land I awaken | D |
| And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more | E |
| Oh cruel fate wilt thou never replace me | F |
| In a mansion of peace where no perils can chase me | F |
| Never again shall my brothers embrace me | F |
| They died to defend me or live to deplore | E |
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| 'Where is my cabin door fast by the wild wood | H |
| Sisters and sire did ye weep for its fall | I |
| Where is the mother that looked on my childhood | H |
| And where is the bosom friend dearer than all | I |
| Ah my sad soul long abandoned by pleasure | E |
| Why did it dote on a fast fading treasure | E |
| Tears like the rain drops may fall without measure | E |
| But rapture and beauty they cannot recall | I |
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| 'Yet all its fond recollections suppressing | C |
| One dying wish my lone bosom shall draw | E |
| Erin an exile bequeaths thee his blessing | C |
| Land of my forefathers Erin go bragh | E |
| Buried and cold when my heart stills her motion | D |
| Green be thy fields sweetest isle of the ocean | D |
| And thy harp striking bards sind aloud with devotion | D |
| ERIN MAVOURNEEN ERIN GO BRAGH ' | - |
Thomas Campbell
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