THE HANDFUL OF EARTH.
It's sailing I am at the dawn of the day, To my brother that's over the sea; But it's littlo I care for my life anywhere,
For it's breaking my heart it will be; But .a treasure I'll take for ould Ireland's
sake That I'll prize all belonging above ! It's a handful of earth from the land o' my birtb, From the hearth of the land that I love.
And won't the poor lad ia his exile be glad When he sees the brave present I bring, And won't there be flowers from this treasure of ours, In the warmth of the beautiful spring, Oeb, Erin Machree! though it's parting we be, It's a blessing I'll leave on your shore, Aud your mountains and streams I will see in my dreams, Till I cross to my country once more —New Zealand Tablet.
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Thames Star, Volume IIII, Issue 1712, 29 June 1874, Page 2
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146THE HANDFUL OF EARTH. Thames Star, Volume IIII, Issue 1712, 29 June 1874, Page 2
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