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Katharine Tynan - Wild Geese
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(A Lament for the Irish Jacobites.)

I have heard the curlew crying
    On a lonely moor and mere;
And the sea-gull`s shriek in the gloaming
    Is a lonely sound in the ear:
And I`ve heard the brown thrush mourning
For her children stolen away;--
    But it`s O for the homeless Wild Geese
That sailed ere the dawn of day!

For the curlew out on the moorland
    Hath five fine eggs in the nest;
And the thrush will get her a new love
    And sing her song with the best.
As the swallow flies to the Summer
    Will the gull return to the sea:
But never the wings of the Wild Geese
    Will flash over seas to me.

And `tis ill to be roaming, roaming
    With homesick heart in the breast!
And how long I`ve looked for your coming,
    And my heart is the empty nest!
O sore in the land of the stranger
    They`ll pine for the land far away!
But day of Aughrim, my sorrow,
    It was you was the bitter day!
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