Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CORNISH EMIGRANT'S SONG, by ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER 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.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVERYDAY WE GET MORE ILLEGAL by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA EUROPE AND AMERICA by DAVID IGNATOW EUROPE AND AMERICA by DAVID IGNATOW THE VIEW AT GUNDERSON'S by JOSEPH WARREN BEACH MEETING YOU AT THE PIERS by KENNETH KOCH IN THE GLORIOUS YEMEN RESTAURANT by KHALED MATTAWA END OF THE RANGE by ANSELM HOLLO A CHRIST-CROSS RHYME by ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER |
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