Erin 歌词

	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
	Well it broke my mother's heart
	From her I had to part
	Will I ever see my mother any more?
	When her body it is laid
	In the cold and silent grave
	In my own dear native land - far away
	Chorus

	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 gra mo chroi
	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
	Well it broke my mother' s heart
	From her I had to part
	Will I ever see my mother any more?
	When her body it is laid
	In the cold and silent grave
	In my own dear native land far away
	Chorus

	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
	Well it broke my mother' s heart
	From her I had to part
	Will I ever see my mother any more?
	When her body it is laid
	In the cold and silent grave
	In my own dear native land far away
	Chorus

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