Erin Grá Mo Chroí

Oh Erin grá mo chroí, you're the dear old land to me

You're the fairest that my eyes did e'er behold

You're the land St. Patrick blessed, you're the bright star of the west

You're that dear little isle so far away

At the setting of the sun, when my long day's work was done

I rambled down the seashore for a walk

And I being all alone I sat down upon a stone

For to gaze upon the scenes of New York

Oh Erin grá mo chroí, you're the dear old land to me

You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen

And if ever I go home, it's from you I never will roam

You're my own native land so far away

With the turf fire burning bright on a cold dark winter's night

And the snowflakes falling gently to the ground

When St. Patrick's Day has come, my thoughts will carry me home

To that dear little isle so far away

Oh and Erin grá mo chroí, you're the dear old land to me

You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen

You're the land St. Patrick blessed, you're the bright star of the west

You're that dear little isle so far away

On the day that I did part, well, it broke my mother's heart

Will I ever see my dear ones anymore?

Not until my bones are laid in the cold and silent grave

In my own native land so far away

Oh Erin grá mo chroí, you're the dear old land to me

You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen

And if ever I go home, it's from you I never will roam

You're my own native land so far away

You're my own native land so far away

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