IF YOU EVER GO
ACROSS THE SEA
TO IRELAND
IT MAY BE AT
THE CLOSING
OF YOUR DAY
YOU WILL SIT AND WATCH
THE MOON RISE
O'ER CLADDAGH
AND SEE
THE SUN GO DOWN
ON GALWAY BAY
JUST TO SEE AGAIN
THE RIPPLE OF
THE TROUT STREAM
THE WOMEN
IN THE MEADOW
MAKING HAY
AND TO SIT AND WATCH
A TURF FIRE
IN THE CABIN
AND WATCH
THE BAREFOOT GOSLIN'
AS THEY PLAY
OH THE BREEZES
BLOWING O'ER THE SEA
FROM IRELAND
ARE PERFUMED
BY THE HEATHER
AS THEY BLOW
AND THE WOMEN
IN THE UPLANDS
DIGGIN' PRATIES
SPEAK A LANGUAGE
THAT THE STRANGERS
DO NOT KNOW
FOR THE
STRANGERS CAME
AND TRIED TO TEACH US
THEIR WAYS
THEY SCORNED US
FOR BEING
WHAT WE ARE
WELL THEY
MIGHT AS WELL
GO CHASING
AFTER MOONBEAMS
OR LIGHT
A PENNY CANDLE
FROM A STAR
AND IF THERE'S
GOING TO BE A LIFE
HEREAFTER
AND SOMEHOW
I AM SURE
THERE'S GOING TO BE
I WILL ASK MY GOD
TO LET ME
MAKE MY HEAVEN
IN THAT
DEAR LAND ACROSS
THE IRISH SEA