I Pity the Poor Immigrant - Planxty

I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he'd stayed at home
Uses all his power to do evil

In the end is always left so alone
That man whom with his fingers cheats
Who lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death

I pity the poor immigrant

Whose strength is spent in vain
Whose heaven is like Ironsides
Whose tears are like the rain

Who eats but is not satisfied
Who hears but does not see
Who falls in love with wealth itself

And turns his back on me

I pity the poor immigrant

Who tramples through the mud

Who fills his mouth with laughter

And who builds his town with blood

Whose vision in the final end
Must shatter like a glass

I pity the poor immigrant

When his gladness comes to pass