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Erin

	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 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