Erin is my Home.Oh, I have roam’d in many lands,And many friends I’ve met;Not one fair scene or kindly smileCan this fond heart forget;But I’ll confess that I’m content,No more I wish to roam;Oh, steer my bark to Erin’s isle,—For Erin is my home.Oh, steer my bark, &c.If England were my place of birth,I’d love her tranquil shore;But if Columbia were my home,Her freedom I’d adore.Though pleasant days in both I pass’d,I dream of days to come;Oh, steer my bark to Erin’s isle,—For Erin is my home.Oh, steer my bark, &c.
Oh, I have roam’d in many lands,And many friends I’ve met;Not one fair scene or kindly smileCan this fond heart forget;But I’ll confess that I’m content,No more I wish to roam;Oh, steer my bark to Erin’s isle,—For Erin is my home.Oh, steer my bark, &c.If England were my place of birth,I’d love her tranquil shore;But if Columbia were my home,Her freedom I’d adore.Though pleasant days in both I pass’d,I dream of days to come;Oh, steer my bark to Erin’s isle,—For Erin is my home.Oh, steer my bark, &c.
Oh, I have roam’d in many lands,And many friends I’ve met;Not one fair scene or kindly smileCan this fond heart forget;But I’ll confess that I’m content,No more I wish to roam;Oh, steer my bark to Erin’s isle,—For Erin is my home.Oh, steer my bark, &c.If England were my place of birth,I’d love her tranquil shore;But if Columbia were my home,Her freedom I’d adore.Though pleasant days in both I pass’d,I dream of days to come;Oh, steer my bark to Erin’s isle,—For Erin is my home.Oh, steer my bark, &c.
Oh, I have roam’d in many lands,And many friends I’ve met;Not one fair scene or kindly smileCan this fond heart forget;But I’ll confess that I’m content,No more I wish to roam;Oh, steer my bark to Erin’s isle,—For Erin is my home.Oh, steer my bark, &c.
Oh, I have roam’d in many lands,
And many friends I’ve met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget;
But I’ll confess that I’m content,
No more I wish to roam;
Oh, steer my bark to Erin’s isle,—
For Erin is my home.
Oh, steer my bark, &c.
If England were my place of birth,I’d love her tranquil shore;But if Columbia were my home,Her freedom I’d adore.Though pleasant days in both I pass’d,I dream of days to come;Oh, steer my bark to Erin’s isle,—For Erin is my home.Oh, steer my bark, &c.
If England were my place of birth,
I’d love her tranquil shore;
But if Columbia were my home,
Her freedom I’d adore.
Though pleasant days in both I pass’d,
I dream of days to come;
Oh, steer my bark to Erin’s isle,—
For Erin is my home.
Oh, steer my bark, &c.