(Trad. arr. Hazel O'Connor) 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...
Oh, Father dear, I oft times hear 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, why did you...