Collected & Transcribed
by Mary Celestia Parler
The Rose of Erin
(Erin's Green Shore)
One evening so late as I rambled
Down by a cold pasture of streams,
I sat down on a bed of red roses,
And so gently fell into a dream.
I dreamed that I spied a fair lady,
Whose equals I ne'er saw before,
As she sighed from the wrongs of her country,
As she strayed along Erin's green shore.
No sooner had I embraced this fair lady,
Saying, "My dear, please tell me your name,"
"In this land I fear you're a stranger,
Or you would not have asked me the same.
"I'm a daughter of Daniel O'Conner,
Who so lately from England sailed o'er,
When he came to awaken my brethren,
That slumber 'long Erin's green shore."
In transports of joy I awoken,
And I found that it was but a dream.
This beautiful damsel fled from me,
And I long to
(Accidental erasure of rest)
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