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\songcolumns{2} |
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\beginsong{Eireann Mo Ghra Mo Chroi}[by=Traditional] |
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\beginsong{Eireann Mo Ghra Mo Chroi}[by=Traditional] |
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\beginverse |
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In the evening sun when my daily work was done |
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I rambled to the seashore for a walk |
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And I been all alone, I sat down upon a stone |
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For to gaze on the scenes of New York |
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\endverse |
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\beginchorus |
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Oh then, Érin grá mo chroí, you're the only one for me |
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You're the fairest that my eyes did e'er behold |
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You're the bright star of the west, the land St. Patrick blessed |
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You're the dear little isle so far away |
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\endchorus |
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\beginverse |
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'Twas on a cold, cold winter's night with the turf fire burning bright |
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And the snowflakes fallen on a winter's day |
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And I been all alone, I sat down on my own |
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In the dear little isle so far away |
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\endverse |
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\beginverse |
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The day that I did part, sure it broke my mother's heart |
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Will I ever see my dear folks anymore? |
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Not until my bones are laid in the cold and silent grave |
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In the dear little isle so far away |
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\endverse |
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\endsong |
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\endsong |