My Dear Native Land Far Away
Singer: Pat Curran

My Dear Native Land Far Away
Singer: Pat Curran

An emigrant remembers times past in his native place

By the setting of the sun as my daily work was done and I wandered my way down the shore
As I went on alone I sat down upon a stone for to gaze on the work of the Lord.

I have travelled all around through city, state and town but no landscape can I portray
Like the mountains and the groves where the clear waters flow: ah but why did I leave you behind?

It was England’s cruel laws, yes it was the very cause and her offspring I do intend to slay.
Oh May I live to see Home Rule and liberty in my dear native land far away.

Her anthems and her songs and her cruel, cruel wrongs they have brought me to my memory full soon.
The green fields that I love and the pathways I have roved by the clear, silvery light of the moon.

By the solitary tale that I oft times did retell as I rowed o’er the billows on the bay,
In dreams I brought to mind all the scenes I left behind in my dear native land far away.

Oh dear and sainted isle I am from thee many a mile; a stranger I wandered from thee,
From my parents and my friends, my love to them I’ll send in hopes that I may yet them see.

And if ever I go home ‘tis no more from thee I’ll roam till my body finds a prison in the clay,
And my bones they will lie low in Saint Mullins down below in my dear native land far away.