“I'm very lonely now, Mary,
For the poor make no new friends;
But oh they love the better still
The few our Father sends!”

—  Helen Blackwood, Baroness Dufferin and Claneboye

Lament of the Irish Emigrant

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British songwriter, composer, poet and author 1807–1867

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