[You can hear this recording at the Internet Archive.]

ERIN'S GREEN SHORE
As recorded by The McNulty Family (Decca 12155 B), 1938.

One evening so late as I rambled,
On the banks of a clear purling stream,
I sat down on a bed of primroses,
And gently fell into a dream.
I dreamt I beheld a fair female--
Her equal I ne'er saw before--
As she sighed for the wrongs of her country,
As she rambled 'round Erin's green shore.

I quickly addressed this fair female:
"My jewel, come tell me your name.
In this country, I know you're a stranger,
Or I would not have asked you that same."
She resembled the goddess of freedom,
And green was the mantle she wore,
Bound round with a shamrock and roses,
That grew along Erin's green shore.

"I know you're a true son of Granuaile,
And my secrets to you I'll unfold,
For here in the midst of all danger,
Not knowing my friends from my foes.
I'm a daughter of Daniel O'Connell.
From England, I lately came o'er.
I've come to awaken my brethren
Who slumber on Erin's green shore."

Her eyes were like two sparkling diamonds,
Or the stars of a cold frosty night.
Her cheeks were like two blooming roses,
And her teeth of the iv'ry so white.
She resembled the goddess of freedom,
And green was the mantle she wore,
Bound round with a shamrock and roses,
That grew along Erin's green shore.

In a transport of joy, I awakened.
But I found it was only a dream.
This beautiful lady had vanished.
How I'm longing to see her again!
May the heavens above be her guardian,
For I know that I'll not see her more.
May the sunburst of Erin shine on her,
As she wanders 'round Erin's green shore.

"I'm a daughter of Daniel O'Connell.
From England, I lately came o'er.
I've come to awaken my brethren
Who slumber on Erin's green shore."

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That's about the best I can do. Hope you can use it.
All the best,
Frank Maher
fmaher@nfld.com