Contents -BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Americas: Vol. XXX. 1876–79.

Introductory to British America

Canadian Boat-Song

By From the Gaelic

LISTEN to me, as when ye heard our father

Sing long ago the songs of other shores:

Listen to me, and then in chorus gather

All your deep voices, as you pull your oars:

Fair these broad meads,—these hoary woods are grand;

But we are exiles from our Fathers’ Land.

From the lone shieling of the misty Island

Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas;

Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland,

And we in dreams behold the Hebrides:

Fair these broad meads,—these hoary woods are grand;

But we are exiles from our Fathers’ Land.

We ne’er shall tread the fancy-haunted valley,

Where ’tween the dark hills creeps the small clear stream,

In arms around the patriarch banner rally,

Nor see the moon on royal tombstones gleam:

Fair these broad meads,—these hoary woods are grand;

But we are exiles from our Fathers’ Land.

When the bold kindred, in the time long vanished,

Conquered the soil and fortified the keep,

No seer foretold the children would be banished,

That a degenerate lord might boast his sheep:

Fair these broad meads,—these hoary woods are grand;

But we are exiles from our Fathers’ Land.

Come, foreign rage, let discord burst in slaughter!

O then for clansmen true, and stern claymore!

The hearts that would have given their blood like water

Beat heavily, beyond the Atlantic roar:

Fair these broad meads,—these hoary woods are grand;

But we are exiles from our Fathers’ Land.