Thomas Campbell

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and read more

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing.
To wander along by the wind-beaten hill.
But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion,
For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion
He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.

The meteor flag of England.

The meteor flag of England.

Better be courted and jilted
Than never be courted at all.

Better be courted and jilted
Than never be courted at all.

To-morrow let us do or die.

To-morrow let us do or die.

In England three are sixty different religions, and only one
sauce.
[It., Il y en Angleterre soizante sectes read more

In England three are sixty different religions, and only one
sauce.
[It., Il y en Angleterre soizante sectes religieuses differentes,
et une seule sauce.]