[00:25.54]It is the month of September[00:28.42]in the year 1866.[00:30.71]an English gentleman Edwin War[00:33.25]who was traveling through the north of Ireland[00:35.49]road home to his family[00:43.10]I was at the Baleny station the other day[00:45.85]when I saw a distressing scene[00:48.25]a company of start young peasants were leaving by the train for Londonderry[00:52.62]from whence they were to take shipping for America[00:56.61]The whole platform was crowded with their friends and relatives[01:00.11]all simple rustic folk[01:02.15]From hooray headed age leaning upon the staff[01:05.09]to the unconscious infant crowing in his mother’s arms[01:09.27]The parting scene was painfully tarting.[01:32.98]Every eye was drowned in tears[01:35.78]and wild unrestrained cries of affection[01:38.82]as they embraced each other again and again[01:41.77]moved even the porters[01:43.66]to whom such scenes were familiar.[01:54.36]As the train began to move slowly away[01:57.25]2 or 3 of those upon the platform clung[01:59.35]screaming to the carriage stores[02:03.38]until dragged away[02:08.27]And amongst the wild out cry that rows who were left behind[02:13.17]One poor woman fell back[02:15.26]upon the seat against the wall[02:17.25]wailing[02:18.59]oh my darling my darling[02:21.78]Whilst an old white headed man hard by[02:24.47]dropped down on his knees[02:26.56]with up lifted arms cried[02:29.20]oh may the hand of bliss of god be about thee[02:33.73]my own son