Strangers
A.M.C & Six Blade Lyrics

Pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger,
Let us sympathize with the unfortunate condition of an Irish stranger who wanders far from home and seeks protection from danger and want, without knowing where to go.

That wanders so far from his home,
This stranger is lost and far away from the comfort of his homeland.

That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger,
He longs for safety, security, and relief from the difficulties and hardship he faces.

That knows not from which way for to roam.
He is unsure of the direction he should take in order to find a better life.

Yet I'll never return to Hibernia's green bowers,
Despite his nostalgia for his homeland, he cannot return because of the oppression and injustice that prevails there.

For tyranny tramples the sweetest of flowers,
The oppressive regime destroys everything that is beautiful and hopeful in his homeland.

That once gave me comfort in loneliest hours?
The things that once provided him comfort and companionship are no longer there, and he feels alone.

Now they are gone I shall ne'er see them more.
He has lost all connection with the people and places that were once dear to him, and they are gone forever.

With wonder I gazed on yon lofty building,
He is amazed by the grandeur of a building that symbolizes the power and wealth of his oppressors.

As in grandeur I rose from its lord,
He has had some interaction with the ruling class, but is aware that he cannot enjoy the same privileges or status as them.

But soon I beheld my fair garden yielding,
He realizes that the prosperity and abundance of his homeland is exploited and enjoyed by his oppressors.

The choicest of fruit for his foe.
The oppressors are benefiting from the fruits of his labor, while he remains impoverished.

But, where is my father's lone cottage of clay,
He is searching for the familiar place of his home, which embodies his memories of family and belonging.

Wherein I' ve spent many a long day,
The cottage is a place where he has happily spent countless days with his family and friends.

Alas ! has his lordship conniv'd it away ?
He suspects that the ruling class has used their power to take away the homes and land of the common people.

Yes, it is gone, I shall never see it more.
He accepts the fact that he has lost his home forever, and can never return to the happy memories it embodies.

When nature was seen in the sloe bush and bramble,
He fondly remembers the beauty and abundance of nature, which he once enjoyed in the sloe bush and bramble.

All smiling in beautiful bloom,
Nature was vibrant and alive, and it filled him with joy and hope.

Over the fields without danger, I often
He used to wander through the fields without any fear of harm or danger.

Did ramble amidst their perfume ;
He enjoyed the sweet fragrance of nature, which was a source of comfort and delight for him.

I have wranged through the woods where the gay feather'd
He remembers exploring the woods and hearing the joyful songs of birds, which once filled him with happiness.

Throng Joyfully sung their loud echoing songâ??
The songs of the birds echoed throughout the woods, and he was happy to be alive and able to enjoy their beauty.

These days then of summer passed sweetly along,
The warm, pleasant days of summer brought him joy and contentment.

Now they're goneâ??I shall ne'er see them more !
Sadly, these days of happiness are now only memories, and he can never again experience them.

When the sloe and the berries hung ripe on the bushes
The abundance of nature is a recurring theme, as he recalls picking ripe sloes and berries from the bushes.

I have gathered them off without harmâ??
He was free to enjoy the fruits of nature without fear of harm, as it was a natural and normal part of life.

I have gone to the field and shorn the green rushes,
He remembers the tasks and work associated with living in the countryside, such as cutting the green rushes for use during the winter.

Preparing for winter's cold storm !
He recalls the effort and preparation that went into surviving the harsh, cold winter months.

Along with my friends telling tales of delight,
He enjoyed the company of friends and family during the long winter months, and would share stories and tales to pass the time.

Beguiling the hours of the long winter's night,
The long nights of winter could be dark and lonely, but he would find ways to stay occupied and entertained.

Those days gave me pleasureâ??I could them invite ;
These happy memories of warmth, companionship, and security are a source of pleasure and comfort for him.

Now they're gone, I shall ne'er see them more.
Unfortunately, these memories are all he has left, as these happy days are lost forever.

Oh, Erin ! oh, Erin ! it grieves me to ponder
He is deeply saddened by the plight of his homeland, which he refers to by the name of Erin.

The wrongs of thy injurned isle !
He is aware of the injustices and oppression that the Irish people face, and mourns for the suffering they endure.

Of thy sons may a thousand from home do wander
Countless Irish people are forced to leave their homeland to seek a better life elsewhere, often under difficult and dangerous circumstances.

On shores far away an exile !
These exiles often end up in faraway lands, where they must adapt to strange cultures and difficult living conditions.

But give me the power to cross the main,
He longs to be able to leave Ireland and seek refuge in another country, which he refers to as 'crossing the main'.

Calumbia might yield me some shelter from pain,
He believes that Columbia, which is likely a misspelling of Columbia, might provide some comfort and relief from the pains he has endured in Ireland.

I am only lamenting whilst here I remain,
He is stuck in Ireland for the time being, and his sadness and lamentations can only continue as long as he is there.

For the boys I shall ne'er see again.
He is resigned to the fact that he will never see his friends and family again, who have also been forced to leave Ireland in search of a better life.