O, Father dear, I oft times heard you talk of Erin's Isle,. Her lofty scene, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild. They say it is a pretty place where in a prince might dwell,.
Oh father dear, I often hear you speak of Erin's isle. Her lofty scenes, her valley's green, her mountains rude and wild. They say it is a lovely land wherein a prince might dwell.
Provided by lindsay labanca. . I wish I was on yonder hill. 'tis there I'd sit and cry my fill,. And every tear would turn a mill,. Iss guh day thoo avorneen slawn..