Scoil: Kilflynn, Lic Snámha (uimhir rolla 15033)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. My Boyhood's Happy Home

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   I
   There are tears in my eyes, and deep grief within my breast,
   While thinking of thy sorrows, native Island of the West,
   The fond prayers of an exile, are with thee where e'r I roam,
   Cherished Island of my kindred, My Boyhood's happy home.
   II
   An exile now I wander, on a lonely distant strand,
   Far, far from those who loved me, and from thee my native land,
   With none to love or cheer me, in this distant land I pine,
   How I long to gaze on thee again, dear happy home, once mine.
   III
   This heart is ever turning, to thee my native shore,
   And to the fond and generous friends, I loved in days of yore,
   And often from kind Heaven most fervently I crave,
   In the holy Island of my birth to grant to me a grave.
   IV
   Oh! had I wings to fly to thee, across the surging seas,
   Loved country of my martyred sires,
   For soon I'd be with thee, to taste the joys of early youth,
   To breathe my native air and, -
   To meet my loving Mother, with a kiss to greet me there.
   V
   Ah! where are they who loved me, in my boyhood's happy years
   Ere sorrow bruised this fond heart, or dimmed my eyes with tears
   The cheerful fond and generous, those cherished friends of youth,
   Whose hearts were full of innocence of virtue love and of truth.

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