Incredibly interesting historical song
We recorded it from Walter Pardon
Jim

MORE TROUBLE IN MY NATIVE LAND
From the singing of Walter Pardon

It was far, far away on the banks of the Nile,
Some thousands of miles from his own green Isle,
A brave Irish soldier, a gallant dragoon
Read his mother’s letter by the light of the moon,

He stole from the camp, that little note to read,
The news that it brought made his stout heart bleed,
While Pat was fighting at the head of his band
His mother was evicted by the laws of the land.

And the tears rolled down his sunburnt cheeks,
To drop on the letter in his hand.
Is it true, too true,
More trouble in my native land.

It told how the widow could not pay her way,
There came the agent one dark dreary day,
To burn down the cabin for the trifle she owed,
The widow and her children were cast on the road.

Though she’d one son a tar, afloat on the foam,
Another a soldier, both far from home,
Carrying your colours against the dusky foe,
While the warm-hearted mother lies starving in the snow

And the tears………………         

It told how a neigbour, a kind friend indeed,
As if sent from heaven to the outcasts in need,
Took them to her cabin where the fire was burning bright,
The widow and her children wept tears of delight.

I know I’m doing wrong, the poor creature said,
By giving you a shelter in this humble shed,
But such laws of these, gladly will I spurn,
My home, it shall be your home till your son shall return.

And the tears………………