ERIN MAVOURNEEN.
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No longer we kneel by the graves in thy valleys
Where our forefathers sleep with their God and with thee;
The hearths that were bright in our childhood forsaken,
Like seeds that the wind in its wild sport hath taken,
Like leaves that the breeze from the forest has shaken,
Erin Mavourneen, we wander from thee.
Where our forefathers sleep with their God and with thee;
The hearths that were bright in our childhood forsaken,
Like seeds that the wind in its wild sport hath taken,
Like leaves that the breeze from the forest has shaken,
Erin Mavourneen, we wander from thee.
Yet shrined in our bosoms, through joy and through sadness,
The dream of thy loveliness never departs,
In toil and in danger, in grief and in gladness,
Thy memory lives with each pulse of our hearts!
There, there, like a star that to light us is given,
'T will shine on our path till earth's ties are all riven,
And our dying lips breathe their last prayer to heaven,
Erin Mavourneen! in blessings for thee.
The dream of thy loveliness never departs,
In toil and in danger, in grief and in gladness,
Thy memory lives with each pulse of our hearts!
There, there, like a star that to light us is given,
'T will shine on our path till earth's ties are all riven,
And our dying lips breathe their last prayer to heaven,
Erin Mavourneen! in blessings for thee.
