Lone Shanakyle |
Far, far from the isle Of the holey and grand Where wild oxen fatten And brave men are banned All lonely and lone In a far distant land Do I wander And pine for poor Éireann. Chorus: Lonely and sad I roam, Far from my island home Where the wild waves surging foam, Headlands appearing Clouded in silver spray, Flashing through heavens's bright ray For your glory and pride My Érieann.
2. Sweet, sweet Inis Cathaigh, | 3. There is nothing now left, Holy isle, but thy name The ruin of thy glory, Thy grandeur, thy fame For foreign laws see Thy sadness and pain That now cause Thy anguish, my Éireann. Chorus:
4. How dearly I long for
5. Sad, sad is my fate |