As Slow Our Ship


Thomas Moore, 1779-1852, “As Slow Our Ship,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed May 17, 2022,

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As Slow Our Ship


One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. There is significant lamination-related creasing at the upper left corner. The upper left corner was folded into the laminate.


Popular music -- Ireland Homesickness -- Songs and music Memories -- Songs and music Time -- Songs and music


Thomas Moore, 1779-1852


From Irish Melodies, 1820


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

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I. G. Greer


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We Left Behind Us

As slow our ship her foamy track,
Against the wind was cleaving,
Her trembling pennant still looked back,
To that dear isle it was leaving.
So took we part from all we love,
From all the links that bind us,
So turn our hearts wherever we rove,
To those we left behind us!

When, round the bowl, of vanished years,
We talk with joyous seeming,
And smiles that might as well be tears,
So faint, so sad their beaming.
While memory brings us back again,
Each early tie that twined us,
Oh! sweets the cup that circles then,
To those we left behind us!

And when in other climes we meet,
Some isle or vale enchanting,
When all looks flowery wild and sweet,
And nought but love is wanting.
We think how great had been our bliss,
if Heaven had but assigned us,
To live and die in scenes like this,
With some we have left behind us!

As travelers oft look back at evening,
When eastward darkly going,
To gaze upon that light they leave,
Still faint behind them glowing.
So when the close of pleasure’s day,
To gloom hath near consigned us,
We turn to catch –one fading ray,
Of joy that left behind us.

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As Slow Our Ship

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We Left Behind Us

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Dublin, County Dublin, Ireland

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212 mm x 279 mm

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Sarah C. Tonkin