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The Soldier's Lament (Kenneth Peacock)

Beneath a far Australian sky
an Irish soldier lay,
The sands from out his glass of life
were ebbing fast away;
The friends that stood around his bed
his eyes could scarcely see,
Still his thoughts would soon be
all at rest on far across the sea.

In spirit once again
he stood upon his native sod,
When a man and when a boy
his foot had lightly trod;
When in fancy he could feel
upon his brow the mountain air,
And from his pale and haggard cheek
sent forth an exile prayer:

"Oh, lay me on the hillside
with my face toward the west,
Toward that sacred island,
the land that I love best;
Let a bunch of shamrocks green
be planted o'er my grave,
My dying prayer - may God bless
the island of the brave!"

####.... Author unknown. Traditional lament from an unknown source ....####
Collected by Kenneth Peacock in 1952 from Edward Taylor of Joe Batt's Arm, NL, and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 1, p.163, by The National Museum Of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.


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