ADIEU, MY OWN DEAR ERIN
(SONGS AND BALLADS OF IRELAND - p 35)

Adieu, my own dear Erin,
Receive my fand, my last adieu;
I go, but with me bearing
A heart still fondly turn'd to you.

The charms that nature gave thee
With lavish hand, shall cease to smile,
And the soul fo friendship leave thee,
E'er I forget my own green isle.

Ye fields where heroes bounded
To meet the foes of liberty;
Ye hills that oft resounded
The joyful shouts of victory

Obscured is all your glory,
Forotten all your former fame,
And the minstrel's mournful sotry,
Now calls a tear at Erin's name

But still the day may brighten
When those tears shall cease to flow,
And the shout of freedom lighten
Spirits now so drooping low.

Then should the glad breeze blowing
Convey the echo o'er the sea,
My heart with transport gowiing,
Shall bless the land that made thee free.