I'm weary and sick of the sights of the town
Though haughty its mansions and high its renown
O! if some good fairy would but set me down
On an Old Irish hill in the morning!
My soul ever sighs for a sight of the sea
By dear old Kinvara, or down by Kilkee,
Or where Moher cliffs in their majesty free
Fling back ocean billows scorning.
An old Irish hill where the crag is so steep
The air is so sweet, and the heather so deep -
O! gladly I'd labour, and soundly I'd sleep
On an Old Irish hill in the morning!
These Saxons are hard, and their senses are cold
And all that they care for, or think of, is gold
Some day when the summer clouds swim in the sky,
I'll bid the stiff Saxon a merry goodbye,
And blithe over ocean and land I will fly,
To the green pleasant land I was born in;
I'll give the go-by to all sorrow and strife,
I'll take from the valley a rosy-cheeked wife
And cheerily live for the rest of my life,
On an Old Irish hill in the morning.
An Old Irish hill where the dreamy mists creep
A cabin of love 'mid the heather to peep -
O! gladly I'd labour, and soundly I'd sleep
On an Old Irish hill in the morning!
But if the day came for the bold mountaineer
To strike for the hearths and the homes we love dear,
Though haughty its mansions and high its renown
O! if some good fairy would but set me down
On an Old Irish hill in the morning!
My soul ever sighs for a sight of the sea
By dear old Kinvara, or down by Kilkee,
Or where Moher cliffs in their majesty free
Fling back ocean billows scorning.
An old Irish hill where the crag is so steep
The air is so sweet, and the heather so deep -
O! gladly I'd labour, and soundly I'd sleep
On an Old Irish hill in the morning!
These Saxons are hard, and their senses are cold
And all that they care for, or think of, is gold
Some day when the summer clouds swim in the sky,
I'll bid the stiff Saxon a merry goodbye,
And blithe over ocean and land I will fly,
To the green pleasant land I was born in;
I'll give the go-by to all sorrow and strife,
I'll take from the valley a rosy-cheeked wife
And cheerily live for the rest of my life,
On an Old Irish hill in the morning.
An Old Irish hill where the dreamy mists creep
A cabin of love 'mid the heather to peep -
O! gladly I'd labour, and soundly I'd sleep
On an Old Irish hill in the morning!
But if the day came for the bold mountaineer
To strike for the hearths and the homes we love dear,
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Not far from old Kinvara in the merry month of May When birds were singing cheerily there came acros...
O who is this that softly lies At my heart s door with drowsy eyes While shadows o er the sunset skies Steal sile...
Tis far away I am today from scenes I roamed a boy And long ago the hour I know I first saw Illinois But time...
Here comes Dan The merry old man With fiddle in hand To rouse us all Girls and boys Have done with your no...
