OK, this isn't Irish; it's Scottish, but at least it has the right title.

From
Jacobite Minstrelsy by Robert Malcolm (Glasgow: Richard Griffin & Co., 1829), page 343:


THE EXILE'S LAMENT.

Frae the friends and land I love,
Driven by fortune's felly spite;
Frae my best belov'd I rove,
Never mair to taste delight:
Never mair maun hope to find
Ease frae toil, relief frae care.
When remembrance racks the mind,
Pleasure but unveils despair.

Brightest climes shall mirk appear,
Desert ilka blooming shore,
Till the fates, nae mair severe,
Friendship, love, and peace restore;
Till revenge, wi' laurell'd head,
Bring our banish'd hame again,
And ilka loyal bonny lad
Cross the seas and win his ain.