Air—“The green woods of Treugh.”
ADIEU, ye cheerful native plains,
Dungeon glooms receive me,
Nought, alas, for me remains,
Of all the joys ye gave me—
All are flown !
Banished from thy shores, sweet Erin,
I, through life, must toil, despairing,
Lost and unknown.
Howl, ye winds ! around my cell,
Nothing now can wound me ;
Mingling with your dreary swell,
Prison groans surround me :
Bodings wild !
Treachery, thy ruthless doing,
Long I'll mourn in hopeless ruin,
Lost and exiled!
[Semple 164]