Once More in the Dear Old Land.
Dark and gloomy was the day when from Erin I'd to part,
As the good ship sailed away dark and gloomy was my heart;
But home visions to me came, as we ploughed the angry sea,
And my heart so fondly yearned for the day when I should be-
Once more in the dear old land, once more in old Ireland:
O'er the wide, wide world I've roamed, but my heart still turned to thee;
Once more in my native land, once more in my sireland,
Loveliest island that heaven e'er smiled on, dear Erin, the gem of the sea.
Varied scenes I gazed upon, over land and over sea,
But where'er I chanced to roam, Erin, I was true to thee:
One thought cheered my lonely heart, one thought chased each care away;
Weary years might o'er me roll, still I hope to be some day: -Chorus.