One of my favorites of the Irish version is by Katherine Tynan c. 1907:

Oh lovely is London with gold in store
But mournful I tell you true
Are her streets to me, for I'm longin' sore
For Ireland's foggy dew

The sun he shines so fierce and fine
All day from skies of blue
With never a mist to dim his shine
But I'd rather the foggy dew

The maids go a-milkin' in pastures gray
In the meadow the hay lies new
Then the sky and the corn at the dawn of day
Turn yellow in the foggy dew

Mavrone! I'd give all the wealth of this place
If mine it were to do
That I might feel upon my face
Sweet Ireland's foggy dew

I like to sing this one in places where it feels a little too politically charged to do the Easter Uprising words. In any event I think it's a beautiful melody, and I like the fact that it's a song which has had many lives with different words.

pj