1 50 1 https://omeka-test.library.appstate.edu/files/original/01215815a976ef67013e3b75657fb306.pdf 9970ed3e31c2177b0971962c407593f0 PDF Text Text THE EXIlE OF ERIN There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on hie thin robe hung heavy and chill; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing, To we.nder alone by the wind-beaten hill: But the days star attracted his eyes sad devotion, For it rose on his own native Isle of the ocean, Where once in the glow of his youthful emotion, He sung the bold athem of Erin Ya Bragh! O, sad is my fate! said the heart-broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine or danger, A home and a country remain not for me; Ah! never again in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived sha.ll I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin Ya Bragh! O, where is my cottage that stood by the wold wood? Sisters and sires, did ye weep for its fall? o, where is the motre r that watched over my childhood, And where is the bosom friend dearer than all? Ah! my sad, soul, long abandoned by pleasure, O, why did it doat on a fast fading treasure, Tears, like the rain drops, may fall without measure, But rapture and beauty they cannot recall! Erin, my country, though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore! But a,las! in a. far distant land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more! 0, hard, cruel fate, with thou never replace me, In a mansion of peace where no peril can chase me? Ah! never again shall my brothers embrace me, They died to defend me, or live to deplore! But yet, all its fond recollections suppressing, One dying wish my love bosom shall draw: Erin, an exile bequeaths there his blessings, Land of my forefathers, Erin Ya Bragh! Buried and cold, when my heart stills its motion, Green be thy fields, sweetest isles of t he ocean, And they harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotiOn, 0, Erin ma, vornee, Erin Ya Bragh! � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource I.G. Greer Folksong Collection Description An account of the resource <p>The I. G. Greer Folksong Collection, presented here as part of the Documenting Appalachia digital initiative, consists of approximately 1,100 document pages that comprise more than 300 individual song titles, some with as many as ten distinct variants. The documents in this collection include manuscripts (some written as early as the mid-19th century), typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s secretarial staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs represented herein range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.</p> <p>Biographical Note. Isaac Garfield Greer (4 December 1881 - 24 November 1967) was a history and government professor for Appalachian State Teacher's College from 1910 to 1932. A native of Watauga County, North Carolina, he was born to Philip and Mary Greer of Zionville and initially worked as a public school teacher and principal until he was hired at Appalachian State Teacher's College. From 1932 to 1948, he worked as superintendent of Mills Baptist Children's Home in Thomasville, North Carolina. From 1948 to 1954, Greer was the Executive Vice-President of the Business Foundation of North Carolina. Greer and his first wife Willie Spainhour had two sons I.G. Greer, Jr. and Joseph P. Greer. Greer's second wife was Hattie O'Briant. Dr. Greer was an avid collector and singer of folk songs. He was a nationally recognized authority of mountain folk music during his lifetime. A bass player, Greer and his wife, who played the dulcimer, performed at various regional school and civic functions. They were recorded singing several folk songs by Library of Congress from 1941 to 1946. Appalachian State Teacher's College dedicated the I.G. Greer Music Hall in 1966. Greer also had an active civic life. He was the president of the Southern Appalachian Historical Association and also served as a Boone City Alderman and in the North Carolina House of Representatives.</p> <p>Note: University Libraries Special Collections Research Center (SCRC) believes in providing access to the historical record in support of the teaching, learning, and research endeavors of the communities it serves. Users should be advised that, due to the historical nature of some resources, users may encounter language or content that is harmful or difficult to view.</p> Greer Document File name 113_ExileOfErin_ocr Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Exile of Erin Language A language of the resource English Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. <a title=" I. G. Greer Folksong Collection" href="https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/collections/show/15" target="_blank"> I. G. Greer Folksong Collection </a> Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://appstate-speccoll.lyrasistechnology.org/repositories/2/resources/197"> AC.113 Isaac Garfield (I.G.) Greer Papers and Recordings </a> Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a title="In Copyright - Rights-holder(s) Unlocatable or Unidentifiable" href="http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/InC-RUU/1.0//" target="_blank"> In Copyright - Rights-holder(s) Unlocatable or Unidentifiable</a> Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967 Subject The topic of the resource Poetry Homesickness--Songs and music Ireland--Songs and music Exile--Songs and music Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University Description An account of the resource This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin. Scripto Transcription A written representation of a document. The Exile of Erin There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe hung heavy and chill, For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing, To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill: But the days star attracted his eyes sad devotion, For it rose on his own native Isle of the ocean, Where once in the glow of his youthful emotion, He sung the bold athem of Erin Ya Bragh! O, sad is my fate! said the heart broken stranger, The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine or danger, A home and a country remain not for me, Ah! never again in the green sunny bowers, Where my forefathers lived shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin Ya Bragh! O, where is my cottage that stood by the wold wood? Sisters and sires, did ye weep for its fall? O, where is the mother that watched over my childhood, And where is the bosom friend dearer than all? Ah! my sad, soul, long abandoned by pleasure, O, why did it doat on a fast fading treasure, Tears, like the rain drops, may fall without measure, But rapture and beauty they cannot recall! Erin, my country, though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore! But alas! in a far distant land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more! O, hard, cruel fate, with thou never replace me, In a mansion of peace where no peril can chase me? Ah! never again shall my brothers embrace me, They died to defend me, or live to deplore! But yet, all its fond recollections suppressing, One dying wish my love bosom shall draw: Erin, an exile bequeaths there his blessings, Land of my forefathers, Erin Ya Bragh! Buried and cold, when my heart stills its motion, Green be thy fields, sweetest isles of the ocean, And they harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion, O, Erin ma, vorneen, Erin Ya Bragh! Exile of Erin homesickness songs and music exile songs and music Ireland