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I. Homeward Bound.
Air: “An Iorram Fhir a Bhata.”—(The Song of the Boatmen.)
O'er the foaming sea,
Far the ship hastens,
To the green island
Where my love dwells.
There we meet, love;
Never part more,
Till our eyes close
In their last sleep.
Far the ship hastens,
To the green island
Where my love dwells.
There we meet, love;
Never part more,
Till our eyes close
In their last sleep.
Bear me swiftly on,
Fresh and fair breezes,
O'er the blue ocean;—
Fill my white sail!
For my heart longs
For its dear home,—
Longs to meet her
Whom my youth loved.
Fresh and fair breezes,
O'er the blue ocean;—
Fill my white sail!
For my heart longs
For its dear home,—
Longs to meet her
Whom my youth loved.
Yonder rises dim,
O'er the dark waters,
Far, the green island
I have sought long.
Speed thee, swift bark,
As a dart flies!
Soon my loved shore
I shall greet again.
O'er the dark waters,
Far, the green island
I have sought long.
Speed thee, swift bark,
As a dart flies!
Soon my loved shore
I shall greet again.
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