I Pity the Poor Immigrant
Christy Moore Lyrics


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I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he′d stayed at home
Uses all his power to do evil, in the end is always left so alone
That man who with his fingers cheats who lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his life and likewise fears his death
I pity the poor immigrant whose strength is spent in vain
Whose heaven is like ironsides, and whose tears are like the rain
Who eats but is not satisfied, who hears but does not see
Who falls in love with wealth itself and turns his back on me
I pity the poor immigrant who tramples through the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughing and who builds his town with blood




Whose vision in the end must shatter like a glass
I pity the poor immigrant when his gladness comes to pass

Overall Meaning

In Christy Moore's powerful song, "I Pity the Poor Immigrant", the singer expresses his deep feelings of compassion towards the struggles and hardships faced by immigrants. He begins by referring to the immigrant who regrets leaving his home and wishes he had stayed, but now uses his power to do evil and is left alone. This could be interpreted as a portrayal of someone who has lost sight of their origin, their values, and has become corrupted by the host society.


The lyrics then go on to describe a man who cheats, lies, and passionately hates his life and fears his death. This is someone whose morality has collapsed, and whose sense of ethics has been eroded. The singer sympathizes with this person, acknowledging the personal emptiness he must feel.


As the song progresses, the singer becomes more sorrowful, pitying the immigrant whose strength and resources have been exhausted in vain. He describes someone who is never satisfied; whose tears are like rain and his heaven is like ironsides. The song then speaks of someone whose love is for wealth and material things, and who turns his back on the singer, whose love is for humanity.


In summary, "I Pity the Poor Immigrant" is an emotional and thought-provoking song that attempts to capture the struggles and difficulties that immigrants face in their new societies. It is a song of empathy, compassion, and human understanding.


Line by Line Meaning

I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he'd stayed at home
I feel sorry for the migrant who regrets leaving his homeland and coming to a foreign land.


Uses all his power to do evil, in the end is always left so alone
The immigrant who resorts to evil deeds to succeed, ends up being isolated and lonely in the long run.


That man who with his fingers cheats who lies with every breath
The man who constantly cheats and lies using his hands and voice is pitiable.


Who passionately hates his life and likewise fears his death
The immigrant who hates his life so much that he fears death is deserving of pity.


I pity the poor immigrant whose strength is spent in vain
I empathize with the migrant whose efforts have gone in vain.


Whose heaven is like ironsides, and whose tears are like the rain
The migrant finds solace in things that are hard as iron and his sorrow is like the neverending rain.


Who eats but is not satisfied, who hears but does not see
The immigrant who eats, yet remains unsatisfied and hears but fails to comprehend.


Who falls in love with wealth itself and turns his back on me
The migrant who is consumed by greed and turns his back on humanity and compassion is tragic.


I pity the poor immigrant who tramples through the mud
I sympathize with the migrant who endures difficult and unpleasant tasks.


Who fills his mouth with laughing and who builds his town with blood
The migrant who fills his life with empty laughter and has built his wealth and success at the expense of others is pitiable.


Whose vision in the end must shatter like a glass
The migrant's dreams and aspirations will come crashing down like a glass.


I pity the poor immigrant when his gladness comes to pass
I feel sorry for the immigrant whose happiness is fleeting.




Writer(s): Christy Moore

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