Oh, joy came to my bosom as I reached Covent Cork.
On board a white statliner, then I landed in New York.
The houses were of jasper and the streets were paved in gold.
And the ladies in their splendor, so charming to behold.
Far away.
I'm thinking, ever thinking, by night as well as day.
I'm thinking, ever thinking, of those green hills far away.
I'm thinking of those mossy banks.
And the trees that grow in the wind.

And the valleys down below.
And my heart is in lovely Erin, where the three-leaf shamrock rose.
Once I was disappointed when first I crossed the ford.
Though the fields are humbling to me,



There were three days' forks laid out For me against everyone at home.
To be working far in farmers', I'd rather be home,
Than be listening to the colourful 많이 of your Ma Mensa song.

to the gibing of a gibing phantom.
For I'm thinking, ever thinking,
by night as well as day.
I'm thinking, ever thinking,
of those green hills far away.
I'm thinking of those mossy banks
and the valleys down below.
And my heart is in love
in lovely Erin,
where the tree leaf shamrock grows.
I can see the little chapel
beneath the mountain path,
where I received my confirmation
and of times melted mass.
With the secrets on the altar
and the peasants bending low.
And my heart is in love
in lovely Erin,
where the tree leaf shamrock grows.
For I'm thinking, ever thinking,
by night as well as day.
I'm thinking, ever thinking,
of those green hills far away.
I'm thinking of those mossy banks
and the valleys down below.
And my heart is in love
in lovely Erin,
where the tree leaf shamrock grows.
And my heart is in love
in lovely Erin,










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