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I am a true-born Irishman, John Mitchel is my name: When first I joined my comrades from Newry town I came; I laboured hard both day and night to free my native land For which I was transported unto Van Dieman�s Land. When first I joined my countrymen it was in �42; And what did happen after that I�ll quickly tell to you; I raised the standard of Repeal, I gloried in the deed; I vowed to heaven I ne�er would rest till Old Ireland would be freed. Farewell my gallant comrades, it grieves my heart full sore To think that I must part from you, perhaps for evermore; The love I bear my native land, I know no other crime; This is the reason I must go into a foreign clime. As I lay in strong irons bound, before my trial day My loving wife came to my cell, and thus to me did say: "Oh, John, my dear, cheer up your heart, undaunted always be, For it�s better to die for Erin�s rights than live in slavery." I was placed on board a convict ship without the least delay; For Bermuda�s Isle our course was steered: I�ll ne�er forget the day. As I stood upon the deck to take a farewell view I shed a tear, but not for fear; my native land, for you. Adieu! Adieu! to sweet Belfast, and likewise Dublin too, And to my young and tender babes; alas, what will they do? But there�s one request I ask of you, when your liberty you gain Remember John Mitchel far away, though a convict bound in chains. This page has been viewed 1403 times This material might be copyrighted.

I am a true-born Irishman, John Mitchel is my name:
When first I joined my comrades from Newry town I came;
I laboured hard both day and night to free my native land
For which I was transported unto Van Dieman�s Land.

When first I joined my countrymen it was in �42;
And what did happen after that I�ll quickly tell to you;
I raised the standard of Repeal, I gloried in the deed;
I vowed to heaven I ne�er would rest till Old Ireland would be freed.

Farewell my gallant comrades, it grieves my heart full sore
To think that I must part from you, perhaps for evermore;
The love I bear my native land, I know no other crime;
This is the reason I must go into a foreign clime.

As I lay in strong irons bound, before my trial day
My loving wife came to my cell, and thus to me did say:
"Oh, John, my dear, cheer up your heart, undaunted always be,
For it�s better to die for Erin�s rights than live in slavery."

I was placed on board a convict ship without the least delay;
For Bermuda�s Isle our course was steered: I�ll ne�er forget the day.
As I stood upon the deck to take a farewell view
I shed a tear, but not for fear; my native land, for you.

Adieu! Adieu! to sweet Belfast, and likewise Dublin too,
And to my young and tender babes; alas, what will they do?
But there�s one request I ask of you, when your liberty you gain
Remember John Mitchel far away, though a convict bound in chains.

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