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| ("A Stór Mo Chroí" is Irish and means approximately "darling of my heart.")
A Stór Mo Chroí, when you're far away
From the home that you'll soon be leaving,
It's many time by night and day
That your heart will be sorely grieving.
The stranger's land may be bright and fair,
And rich in its treasures golden.
But you'll pine, I know, for the long, long ago
And the love that was never olden.
A Stór Mo Chroí, in the stranger's land
There is plenty of weeping and wailing.
Where gems adorn the great and the grand
There are faces with hunger pailing.
Though the road is toilsome, and hard to tread
Where the lights of their cities blind you.
Oh turn a stór to Erin's shore
And the one that you leave behind you.
A Stór Mo Chroí, in the evening's mist
Over mountain and sea is falling,
Then turn away from the throng and list
And maybe you'll hear me calling.
For the sound of a voice that you surely miss
For somebody's speedy returning.
A ruin, a ruin, oh won't you come back soon
To the love that is always burning. |
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