Traditional
At the setting of the sun
When my long day's work was done
I went out along the sea shore for a walk -
And I being all alone
I sat down upon a stone
To gaze upon the streets of New York
Chorus:
Erin grá mo chroí
You're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
And if ever I go home
From you I never will roam
From my own dear native land - far away
With the turf fire burning bright
On a cold dark winter's night
And the snow flakes falling gently to the ground -
When St. Patrick's day comes 'round
We'll wear the shamrock green
In my own dear native land - far away
Chorus
At the setting of the sun
When my long day's work was done
I went out along the sea shore for a walk -
And I being all alone
I sat down upon a stone
To gaze upon the streets of New York
Chorus:
Erin grá mo chroí
You're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
And if ever I go home
From you I never will roam
From my own dear native land - far away
With the turf fire burning bright
On a cold dark winter's night
And the snow flakes falling gently to the ground -
When St. Patrick's day comes 'round
We'll wear the shamrock green
In my own dear native land - far away
Chorus
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