As Slow Our Ship


Moore, Thomas, 1779-1852, “As Slow Our Ship,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed April 19, 2024,

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As Slow Our Ship


This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.


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


Moore, Thomas, 1779-1852


W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University


Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967







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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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