At the setting of the sun, when my long day’s work was done
I rambled down the seashore for a walk
And I being all alone I sat down upon a stone
For to gaze on the scenes of New York

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Oh then Erin grá mo chroí, you’re the only land for me
You’re the fairest that my eyes did e’er behold
You’re the bright star of the West, you’re the land St. Patrick blessed.
You’re that dear little Isle so far away

It broke my mother’s heart, the day that I did part
Will I ever see my dear folks anymore?
Not until my bones are laid in this cold and silent grave
In the dear little Isle so far away

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On a cold, cold winter’s night, with the turf fire burning bright
And the snowflakes falling on a winter’s day,
When St. Patrick’s Day it comes and the shamrocks will be worn
In the dear little Isle so far away

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