Erin

At the setting of the sun

When my long day's work is done

I went out along the sea shore for a walk

And i being all alone

I sat down upon a stone

To gaze upon the streets of new york

Erin gra mo chroi

You're the dear old land to me

You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen

And if ever I go home

From you I never will roam

From my own dear native land - far away

With the turf fire burning bright

On a cold dark winter's night

And the snow flakes falling gently to the ground

When st. Patrick's day comes 'round

We'll wear the shamrock green

In my own dear native land - far away

Erin gra mo chroi

You're the dear old land to me

You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen

And if ever I go home

From you I never will roam

From my own dear native land - far away

Well it broke my mother's heart

From her i had to part

Will I ever see my mother any more?

When her body it is laid

In the cold and silent grave

In my own dear native land - far away

Erin gra mo chroi

You're the dear old land to me

You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen

And if ever I go home

From you I never will roam

From my own dear native land - far away