The Rankin Family - Lament of the Irish Immigrant lyrics

I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary Where we once sat side by side On a bright May mornin' long ago When first you were my bride; The corn was springin' fresh and green And the lark sang loud and high And the red was on your lips, Mary And the love-light in your eye 'Tis but a step down yonder lane the village church stands near The place where we were wed, Mary I can see the spire from here But the graveyard lies between, Mary And my step might break your rest Where I laid you, darling! down to sleep With your baby on your breast I'm very lonely now, Mary For the poor make no new friends But, O, they love the better still The few our Father sends! For you were all I had, Mary My blessing and my pride: And I've nothin' left to care for now Since my poor Mary died Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary That still kept hoping on When the trust in God had left my soul And my arm's young strength had gone: There was comfort ever on your lip And the kind look on your brow And I thank you, Mary, for that same Though you cannot hear me now I'm biddin' you a long farewell My Marykind and true! But I'll not forget you, darling! In the land I'm goin' to; They say there 's bread and work for all And the sun shines always there But I'll not forget old Ireland Were it fifty times as fair! And often in those grand old woods I'll sit, and shut my eyes And my heart will wander back again To the place where Mary lies; And I'll think I see that little stile Where we sat side by side: In the springin' corn, and the bright May morn When first you were my bride In the springin' corn, and the bright May morn When first you were my bride