Love thee - so well, so tenderly
Thowth loved, adored by me,
Fame, fortune, wealth, and Liberty
Were worthless wanting thee. _ Moore
An exile thought o'er the Salt Sea foam
Leap over the bounding ocean,
Away back again to the dear old home,
With a yearning fond emotion -
Oh' he'll not forget though far he roam
The land of his youth's devotion:
And the lover fond who feels like me,
(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
