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Sloman was a performer in the song-and-supper rooms which preceded the early music halls. This song was particularly popular with London emigrants, particularly those to Australia (presumably by reason of its sense of yearning for a lost homeland. Sloman himself was of Jewish origin). It was recorded as a favourite of naturalist John Gilbert, who sang it upon his expeditions on behalf of John Gould.
Lyrics: Charles Sloman
"No more shall the children of Judah sing
The lay of a happier time;
Or strike the harp with the golden string
'Neath the sun of an eastern clime";
This was the lay of a Jewish maid,
But not in her father's bow'rs;
So sweetly she sung
As in silence she stray'd
O'er the ruins of Babylon's tow'rs.
"No more shall the children of Judah sing
The lay of a happier time;
Or strike the harp with the golden string
'Neath the sun of an eastern clime".
O where are the sons of my ancient race
Who were born but the jav'lin to bear?
How fall'n is that city whose vwreck I trace,
Though once it was lovely and fair;
The green grass grows on that fertile spot
Where once grew sweetest flow'rs,
Land of my kindred, thou'lt ne'er be forgot
While a ruin remains of thy tow'rs.
"No more shall the children of Judah sing
The lay of a happier time;
Or strike the harp with the golden string
'Neath the sun of an eastern clime".
"No more shall the children of Judah sing
The lay of a happier time;
Or strike the harp with the golden string
'Neath the sun of an eastern clime";
This was the lay of a Jewish maid,
But not in her father's bow'rs;
So sweetly she sung
As in silence she stray'd
O'er the ruins of Babylon's tow'rs.
"No more shall the children of Judah sing
The lay of a happier time;
Or strike the harp with the golden string
'Neath the sun of an eastern clime".
O where are the sons of my ancient race
Who were born but the jav'lin to bear?
How fall'n is that city whose vwreck I trace,
Though once it was lovely and fair;
The green grass grows on that fertile spot
Where once grew sweetest flow'rs,
Land of my kindred, thou'lt ne'er be forgot
While a ruin remains of thy tow'rs.
"No more shall the children of Judah sing
The lay of a happier time;
Or strike the harp with the golden string
'Neath the sun of an eastern clime".