Lyr Req: My dear Irish home

Subject: Lyr Req: My dear Irish home
From: GUEST,Eileen Currie
Date: 07 Nov 25 - 01:56 PM

I used to hear this song sung at family gatherings. I would love it if anyone has the lyrics and any background information on its history. Possible origins Donegal,

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My dear Irish home
From: FreddyHeadey
Date: 08 Nov 25 - 03:30 PM

Sorry I don't know.

If you or a friend uses Facebook I'd recommend asking on
Singing Circles Ireland
www.facebook.com/groups/852693051408846

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My dear Irish home
From: GUEST
Date: 08 Nov 25 - 09:05 PM

Thank you.

Subject: ADD: County of Armagh
From: Joe Offer
Date: 09 Nov 25 - 01:08 AM

Eileen, can you give us any more of the song?

Here's one:

County of Armagh (which is not far from Donegal)

There's one fair county in Ireland
with mem'ries so glorious and grand
where nature has lavished its bounty
it's the orchard of Erin's green land
I love her cathedrals and cities
once founded by Patrick so true
and it holds in the heart of its bossom
the ashes of Brian Boru

CHORUS
It's my dear Irish home, far across the foam
although I've often left her in foreign lands to roam
no matter where I wander in cities near or far
sure my heart belongs in old Ireland
in the County of Armagh

I've wandered a part of the county
through Newtown, Forkhill, Crossmaglen
around by the gap of Mount Morris
and back by Black Water again
where the girls are so gay and so hearty
the finest in Erin Go Bragh
Ah but where are the boys who will court them
The boys from the County Armagh CHORUS

Source: https://www.irishsongs.com/lyrics.php?Action=view&Song_id=86

Subject: ADD: My Irish Home
From: Joe Offer
Date: 09 Nov 25 - 01:12 AM

And another:

  MY IRISH HOME.
  
  While o’er the billow’s heaving breast
      Our bark does slowly glide,
  Each lingering look is backward cast,
      Along the curling tide—
  And still I hope some happier day
      May teach me not to roam,
  But bless me with the smiles so gay
      That cheered my Irish home.
  
  Yet, Erin dear, thy green-clad hills
      Recede too fast from view,
  While now each breeze the canvas fills
      That bears me far from you—
  And, oh! I stand upon the deck,
      To hear the rustling foam,
  That half conveys my sorrows back
      To my dear Irish home.
  
  And now, I watch thy mountains high,
      Above the ocean’s brim,
  In graceful beauty touch the sky,
      Through closing night-shades dim,
  Till every vista disappears,
      And lost in evening’s gloam,
  The twinkling star of night, that cheers
      My much loved Irish home.

https://canadianpoetry.org/longPoems/Kidd_Adam/other_poems/my_irish_home.html

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My dear Irish home
From: Joe Offer
Date: 09 Nov 25 - 01:16 AM

It helps to have more than just the title to find a song. I searched for "my dear Irish home" at the Irish Traditional Music Archive and found three entries.

https://www.itma.ie/

If you google "My Dear Irish Home" in quotation marks you'll get the best results. But if you can add just one phrase from the lyrics in quotes, you'll get better results. e.g., "my dear irish home" "my mother sneezed"

Here's another song, this one on sheet music: https://wardarchives.pastperfectonline.com/library/C802B3AF-3C2D-407C-A931-350474551240

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My dear Irish home
From: GUEST
Date: 09 Nov 25 - 06:56 AM

Margaret McGuinness Elliott’s memoir is entitled “My Life—An Adventure.” She was born in Ballymote, Sligo, in 1887 and immigrated to New York City in 1904. Margaret wrote this text between 1972 and 1974 but died before completing it. A companion memoir was written by Margaret’s niece, Alice McGuinness, between 1990 and 1991. I have found a version of the chorus in this book.

Thank you for your replies and suggestions

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My dear Irish home
From: GUEST
Date: 09 Nov 25 - 07:01 AM

Some of the words I can recall


Ireland, ireland though I am over the sea
Eirin my country at night I am dreaming of thee
Dear little isle of the west sweet spot of memory blessed
Land of the bog and the shamrocks oh how I'm longing for thee

Thanks for your replies

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My dear Irish home
From: Joe Offer
Date: 09 Nov 25 - 02:06 PM

This is from Margaret McGuinness's Memoir (1973) - it's almost the same as the lyric posted above:

CHORUS:
Ireland, Ireland, though I am over the sea,
Erin, my country, at night I am dreaming of thee,
Dear little isle of the west, sweet spot of memories blest,
Land of the bog and the shamrock, oh, how I long to be there.

https://publish.iupress.indiana.edu/read/of-memory-and-the-misplaced/section/5d997fc6-83c5-446d-9f10-f4c46540fd71