ERIN.
New Zealand Tablet, Volume II, Issue 73, 19 September 1874, Page 13
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ERIN.
Bright are thy skies, dear Erin, Thy mendows and fields are green, Tall are thy stately mountains, And rivers that roll between Bright are thy gushing waters, And dear a3 my soul to me, But alas, alas, de»r Erin, I am far away from thee. The daises deck thy hill-sides, And down in tlie valleys below, Tlie shamrock blooms in verdure When the storms of winter blow j The «nn shines down in gladness, But he shines no more for me, For alas, alas, dear Erin, I am far away from thee Fair are the blue-eyed maidens, Who roam by the Lee and Suir Bright as the skies above them Ab their native water's pure And the sweet wild flowers ar« springing On upland meadow and lea But sad is my heart, dear Erin, That I am away from thee Awßy o'er tlie waste of waters, From the bright and blushing west, All lonely and sad I wander, With sorrow and care oppressed And sad are the thoughts within me, And the tear comes rolling free, When I think on the friends I love best, And the land I no more may see. God bl°B3 thee, my own dear Erin, Thy hills and thy mountains grand, God bless thee and keep thee ever A free and happy land. Though an ejile I sadly wander Away o'er the dark blue sea, Still fonder I grow, and fonder, My own dear land, of thee.
