Strangers
Six Blade & A.M.C Lyrics

Pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger,
Lament the destiny of an Irish wanderer, who is far from his motherland and beset by want, peril and misery, and is unsure of which path to traverse.

That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger,
He desires succor from indigence, affliction, and jeopardy.

That knows not from which way for to roam.
He is clueless about which direction to choose.

Yet I'll never return to Hibernia's green bowers,
Despite this, he has decided never to come back to his beloved, verdant Ireland.

For tyranny tramples the sweetest of flowers,
It is because the sweetest of flowers - his comfort and solace during lonesome hours - have been ravaged and obliterated by tyranny.

That once gave me comfort in loneliest hours,
Once his source of solace, the sweetest flowers now offer no respite.

Now they are gone I shall ne'er see them more.
In the wake of tyranny, he will no longer experience the comfort offered by the sweetest flowers.

With wonder I gazed on yon lofty building,
He marvels at a towering edifice in front of him.

As in grandeur I rose from its lord,
He is giddy with the experience of being favored by a lord who rules over the building.

But soon I beheld my fair garden yielding
Quickly, however, he observed his beautiful garden offering up the finest fruit to his lord's adversary.

The choicest of fruit for his foe.
The best fruit plucked from his garden was given to his master's enemy.

But, where is my father's lone cottage of clay,
He ponders the fate of his father's small, earthen home.

Wherein I' ve spent many a long day,
It was a place where he had spent many long days.

Alas ! has his lordship conniv'd it away ?
Regrettably, his lordship may have deliberately cunningly taken it?

Yes, it is gone, I shall never see it more.
Sadly, it is lost to him forever.

When nature was seen in the sloe bush and bramble,
He reflects on a time when he saw nature's beauty in the sloe bush and bramble.

All smiling in beautiful bloom,
He remembers smiling flowers with all their beauty and glory.

Over the fields without danger, I often
He frequently journeyed over the fields without dread.

Did ramble amidst their perfume ;
He strolled through that beautiful scenery breathing in their exquisite aroma.

I have wranged through the woods where the gay feather'd
He recollects roaming through the woods where colorful birds flocked.

Throng Joyfully sung their loud echoing song??
There, they sang beautiful, echoing melodies in sheer joy and delight.

These days then of summer passed sweetly along,
Those halcyon days of summer were spent in blissful ease.

Now they're gone??I shall ne'er see them more !
Those happy summer days would never surface again.

When the sloe and the berries hung ripe on the bushes
He remembers picking ripe sloes and berries from the bushes.

I have gathered them off without harm??
Picking them was an easy task without any danger.

I have gone to the field and shorn the green rushes,
He recalls trimming green rushes in the field.

Preparing for winter's cold storm !
He prepared for the forthcoming cold winter.

Along with my friends telling tales of delight,
He relished telling tales of joy with his friends.

Beguiling the hours of the long winter's night,
During long winter nights, they filled the hours with delightful stories.

Those days gave me pleasure??I could them invite ;
Those blissful times were very stimulating and joyful so that he could invite his friends.

Now they're gone, I shall ne'er see them more.
Sadly, these joyous times have ebbed away forever.

Oh, Erin ! oh, Erin ! it grieves me to ponder
He mourns over the pain of Erin, his motherland.

The wrongs of thy injurned isle !
He is aware that his homeland suffers from injustice and harm.

Of thy sons may a thousand from home do wander
It is a possibility that thousand roaming sons of the homeland are far from home.

On shores far away an exile !
They may be exiled from their homeland and reside in far-off lands.

But give me the power to cross the main,
He seeks the will and the ability to cross the oceans.

Calumbia might yield me some shelter from pain,
Perhaps Columbia can give him comfort and help alleviate his anguish.

I am only lamenting whilst here I remain,
He is saddened because he remembers his lamentation while remaining in his homeland.

For the boys I shall ne'er see again.
His sorrow is for the brothers he has lost forever.