Erin Grá Ma Chrói (Ireland Of My Heart)

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
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 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
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 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