Ireland

From Killarney's misty lakes To Wexford's Irish shore, To Galway's wind-swept bay To the Isle of Inishmore.

In dreams and fancy I return And once again I see A friendly land I've learned to love 'Twill ever beckon me.

Wicklow's hills and vales so green Tugs ever at my heart. And the lovely Isle of Inisfree Sets the Erin Isle apart.

The sun is bright o'er Donegal Her lofty hills I see, And a thatched-roof cottage small Is nestled by the lea.

A turf fire in a cabin Bids me "bide and rest. Sheep grazing in the meadow Bring scenes I love the best.

In memory I will ever go To that land across the sea, For when I left its friendly shore I left a part of me.