歌词
It is the month of September
in the year 1866.
an English gentleman Edwin War
who was traveling through the north of Ireland
road home to his family
I was at the Baleny station the other day
when I saw a distressing scene
a company of start young peasants were leaving by the train for Londonderry
from whence they were to take shipping for America
The whole platform was crowded with their friends and relatives
all simple rustic folk
From hooray headed age leaning upon the staff
to the unconscious infant crowing in his mother’s arms
The parting scene was painfully tarting.
Every eye was drowned in tears
and wild unrestrained cries of affection
as they embraced each other again and again
moved even the porters
to whom such scenes were familiar.
As the train began to move slowly away
2 or 3 of those upon the platform clung
screaming to the carriage stores
until dragged away
And amongst the wild out cry that rows who were left behind
One poor woman fell back
upon the seat against the wall
wailing
oh my darling my darling
Whilst an old white headed man hard by
dropped down on his knees
with up lifted arms cried
oh may the hand of bliss of god be about thee
my own son