Stranger
A.M.C Six Blade Lyrics

Pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger,
I feel sorry for the unfortunate destiny of a penniless Irish wanderer

That wanders so far from his home,
Who roams a great distance away from his place of origin

That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger,
Who longs for safety from poverty, misery, and peril

That knows not from which way for to roam.
Who is uncertain of which direction to go

Yet I'll never return to Hibernia's green bowers,
However, I will never go back to the verdant fields of Ireland

For tyranny tramples the sweetest of flowers,
Because oppression crushes the most beautiful things

That once gave me comfort in loneliest hours
Which used to bring me solace during my loneliest times

Now they are gone I shall ne'er see them more.
Those days are gone forever and I will never see them again.

With wonder I gazed on yon lofty building,
I marveled at that tall building over there

As in grandeur I rose from its lord,
As I was in service to its owner

But soon I beheld my fair garden yielding
But soon I saw my beautiful garden producing

The choicest of fruit for his foe.
The best fruit for his enemy.

But, where is my father's lone cottage of clay,
But, where is my father's small house made of mud

Wherein I' ve spent many a long day,
Where I have passed many lengthy days

Alas ! has his lordship conniv'd it away ?
Unfortunately! Has his lordship schemed to take it away?

Yes, it is gone, I shall never see it more.
Yes, it's gone, and I will never see it again.

When nature was seen in the sloe bush and bramble,
When I found nature in the blackthorn and bramble bushes

All smiling in beautiful bloom,
All with a lovely smiling blossom

Over the fields without danger, I often
Often, without any risk, I wandered through the fields

Did ramble amidst their perfume ;
And strolled, surrounded by their sweet fragrance;

I have wranged through the woods where the gay feather'd
I roamed through the woods where the brightly colored feathered

Throng
Birds gather together in large numbers,

Joyfully sung their loud echoing songâ??
Sang their boisterous and reverberating songs with delight

These days then of summer passed sweetly along,
Those summertime days passed amicably

Now they're goneâ??I shall ne'er see them more!
But, they have gone and I will never see them again

When the sloe and the berries hung ripe on the bushes
When the blackthorn and berries were fully ripe on the bushes

I have gathered them off without harmâ??
I picked them without encountering any damage

I have gone to the field and shorn the green rushes,
I have gone to the field and cut the green rushes

Preparing for winter's cold storm !
Getting ready for the harsh, cold winter!

Along with my friends telling tales of delight,
With my friends sharing entertaining stories,

Beguiling the hours of the long winter's night,
To pass the time on long winter nights.

Those days gave me pleasureâ??I could them invite ;
Those days gave me happiness I could share with others;

Now they're gone, I shall ne'er see them more.
But, they have gone and I will never see them again

Oh, Erin ! oh, Erin ! it grieves me to ponder
Oh, Ireland! It makes me sad to think about

The wrongs of thy injurned isle !
The injustices suffered by your oppressed island!

Of thy sons may a thousand from home do wander
May a thousand of your children wander away from home

On shores far away an exile !
Exiled on distant shores!

But give me the power to cross the main,
But, give me the ability to cross the ocean

Calumbia might yield me some shelter from pain,
America might provide me with relief from suffering,

I am only lamenting whilst here I remain,
I am only grieving while I stay here

For the boys I shall ne'er see again.
For the boys, I will never see again