American Old Time Song Lyrics: 43 My Hearts In Old Ireland
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 43
MY HEARTS IN OLD IRELAND.
My bark on the billow dashed gloriously on,
And glad were the notes of the sailor boy's song;
Yet sad was my bosom and bursting with woo,
For my heart's in old Ireland wherever I go.
Oh, my heart's in old Ireland wherever I go.
More dear than the flowers that Italy yields
Are the red-breasted daisies that spangle thy fields,
The shamrock, the hawthorn, the white blossom sloe,
For my heart's in old Ireland wherever I go.
The stores they look lovely, yet cheerless and vain
Bloom the lilies of France and the olives of Spain:
When I think of the fields where the wild daisies grow,
Then my heart's in old Ireland wherever I go.
The lilies and roses abandon the plains,
Though the summer's gone by, still the shamrock remains;
Like friend in misfortune it blossoms o'er the snow,
For my heart's in old Ireland wherever I go.
I sigh and I vow, If ever I get home,
No more from my dear native cottage I'll roam;
The harp shall resound, and the goblet shall flow,
For my heart's in old Ireland wherever I go.