I recall the day the boat pulled away from
Dun Laoghaire harbour in Dublin, how old was I, 10 or maybe 11, the lament to be leaving Ireland, the boat pulled away and I wept.
I am alone but I must endure this; the sorrows of exile and emotion.
Exiled I am for ever to a foreign land ...what will become of me, I weep for my exile.
LISTEN
"https://www.youtube.com/embed/y3REIVlo2Ss"
I am alone but I must endure this; the sorrows of exile and emotion.
Exiled I am for ever to a foreign land ...what will become of me, I weep for my exile.
LISTEN
"https://www.youtube.com/embed/y3REIVlo2Ss"
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