Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE CORNISH EMIGRANT'S SONG, by ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER


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THE CORNISH EMIGRANT'S SONG, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Oh! The eastern winds are blowing
Last Line: In north americay.'
Alternate Author Name(s): Hawker Of Morwenstow; Hawker, R. S.
Subject(s): Cornwall, England; Immigrants; Emigrant; Emigration; Immigration


Oh! the eastern winds are blowing;
The breezes seem to say,
'We are going, we are going,
To North Americay.

'There the merry bees are humming
Around the poor man's hive;
Parson Kingdon is not coming
To take away their tithe.

'There the yellow corn is growing
Free as the king's highway;
So, we're going, we are going,
To North Americay.

'Uncle Rab shall be churchwarden,
And Dick shall be the squire,
And Jem, that lived at Norton,
Shall be leader of the quire;

'And I will be the preacher,
And preach three times a day
To every living creature
In North Americay.'





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