Erin Gra Mo Chroi

Chorus 1:-
Ohh Erin gra mo chrói, you're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes did e'er behold
You're the bright star of the west, the land Saint Patrick blessed
You're that dear little isle so far away

In the evening sun, when my daily work was done
I rambled down the seashore for a walk
And I being all alone I sat down upon a stone
For to gaze on the scenes of New York

Chorus 2:-
Oh Erin gra mo chrói, you're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
And if ever I go home, it's from you I never will roam
You're my own native land so far away

'Twas on a cold cold winter night with the turf fire burning bright
And the snowflakes fallen on a winter's day
And I been all alone, I sat down on my own
In the dear little isle so far away.

Chorus 1:-
Oh Erin gra mo chrói, you're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
You're the land Saint Patrick blessed
You're the bright star of the west
You're that dear little isle so far away

On the day that I did part, sure it broke my mother's heart
Will I ever see my dear folks anymore?
Not until my bones are laid in the cold and silent grave
In my own native land so far away

Chorus 2:-
Oh Erin gra mo chrói, you're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
And if ever I go home, it's from you I never will roam
You're my own native land so far away
You're my own native land so far away