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From Albion's shores a wanderer long,
Hibernia oft has been my song;
And well her beauties may inspire
The painter's art, or poet's lyre.
Hibernia oft has been my song;
And well her beauties may inspire
The painter's art, or poet's lyre.
Sweet Erin! fair and lovely land,
Adorned by nature's bounteous hand
With hills and valleys, lakes and streams,
Beauteous as in a poet's dreams,—
Adorned by nature's bounteous hand
With hills and valleys, lakes and streams,
Beauteous as in a poet's dreams,—
Full oft thy loveliness I 've sung,
Thy praise has dwelt upon my tongue,
And many a wreath I 've fondly twined,
To grace thy sons and daughters kind.
Thy praise has dwelt upon my tongue,
And many a wreath I 've fondly twined,
To grace thy sons and daughters kind.
