A Stor Mo Chroi
O Stor Mo Chro? when you're far away
From the home that you will soon be leaving.
It's many a time by night and by day
That your heart will be sorely grieving.
Though the stranger's land may be bright and fair,
And rich in its treasures golden.
You'll pine I know, for the long ago
And the love that's never olden.
O Stor Mo Chro? in the stranger's land
There is plenty of wealth and wailing.
While gems adorn the rich and the grand
And there are faces with hunger pailing.
The road is weary and hard to tread
And the lights of their cities blind you.
Won't you turn A Stor to Erin's shore
And the love that you left behind you.
O Stor Mo Chro? when the evening sun
Over mountains and meadows falling.
Won't you turn away from the throng
And listen and maybe you'll hear me calling.
For the sound of a voice you'll hear is
Surely mine for someone's speedy returning.
A roon, my roon, won't you come back soon
To the one that will always love you.
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