Erin Gra' Mo Chroi

At the settings of the Sun,
When my daily work was done,
So I rambled down to the seashore for a walk,
And I’m being all alone,
I sat down upon a Stone,
For to view the pretty scenery of New York.

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Oh the Erin Gra´ Mo Chroi,
You’re the only land for me,
You’r the fairest that my eyes can e’er behold,
You’re the land Sct. Patrick blessed,
You’re the bright star of the west,
You’re the dear little Isle so far away.

On a cold, cold winters night,
With the bonfire burning bright,
And the snow has fallen on a winters day,
And I’m being all alone,
I felt down just on my own,
You’re the dearest little Isle so far away.

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On the day that I desert’
Sure I broke my mothers heart,
Shall I never see our dear ones anymore,
Not until my bones are laid,
In a cold, cold silent grave,
In the dear little Isle so far away.

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