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Oh tell me, will I ever win to Ireland again, / "Astore!" from the far North-West? / Have we given all the rainbows, an' green woods an' rain, / For the suns an' the snows o' the West? / "Them that goes to Ireland must thravel night an' day, / An' them that goes to Ireland must sail across the say, / For the len'th of here to Ireland is half the world away -- / An' you'll lave your heart behind you in the West. / Set your face for Ireland, / Kiss your friends in Ireland, / But lave your heart behind you in the West."
On a dim an' shiny mornin' the ship she comes to land, / Early, oh early in the mornin', / The silver wathers o' the Foyle go slidin' to the strand, / Whisperin', "Ye're welcome in the mornin'." / There's darkness on the holy hills I know are close aroun', / But the stars are shinin' up the sky, the stars are shinin' / down, / They make a golden cross above, they make a golden crown, / An' meself could tell ye why, -- in the mornin'. / Sure an' this is Ireland, / Thank God for Ireland! / I'm comin' back to Ireland the mornin'.