Here's Barry Gleeson's version, as promised. Hope the cut-and-paste holds the format!

A PATH ACROSS THE OCEAN

There's a path across the ocean; there's a track across the sea
There are green sunny lands in some foreign country
I will leave my native Irish home and sail across the sea
And when weary I'll return, lovely Erin, to thee

CHORUS: Why did I leave my native land, or why did I cross the deep
Or why did I leave the land where my forefathers sleep
I sigh for dear old Ireland as I sail across the sea
Will I ever catch a glance lovely Erin of thee?

I hear no Sabbath bell to awake the Sunday morn
I hear no reaper singing among the yellow corn
But I hear a tyrant's voice and the wail of slavery
Still I hear the linnet singing in my own country. CHORUS

There's a sigh for every woe; there's a balm for every pain
Still my heart is nearly broken sore till I return again
To my own dear native Irish home where I was bred and born
Then I'll hear the linnet singing among the yellow corn. CHORUS

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Note:
Barry got this from Robbie McMahon. There is a Scottish version in "The National Songbook" (1906).