Traditional

At the setting of the sun
When my long day's work was done
I went out along the sea shore for a walk -
And I being all alone
I sat down upon a stone
To gaze upon the streets of New York

Chorus:
Erin grá mo chroí
You're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
And if ever I go home
From you I never will roam
From my own dear native land - far away

With the turf fire burning bright
On a cold dark winter's night
And the snow flakes falling gently to the ground -
When St. Patrick's day comes 'round
We'll wear the shamrock green
In my own dear native land - far away

Chorus
Well it broke my mother's heart
From her I had to part
Will I ever see my mother any more?
When her body it is laid
In the cold and silent grave
In my own dear native land - far away

Chorus