Is Ar Eireann

There’s a home by the wide Avonmore
That stands by the broad open trees
Where the wild river washes the shore
And the bulrushes bend to the trees
Where the green ivy clings ‘round the door
And the small thrush it sings on each tree
To my darling their sweet notes they pour, Is ar etc.

Her fond father has riches in store
A plenty of corn and wealth
Broad lands by the wide Avonmore
All I have is youth and good health
For she’s the sweet maid I adore
Her fond love she’s pledged unto me
I’ve no riches nor no earthly store, Is ar etc

Last night when the sky was aglow
And the red sun had sunk to its rest
And the clouds were like mountains of snow
As they drifted along to the west
I strolled out to meet her asthor
And fondly she waited for me
At a stile by the old orchard door, Is ar etc

I’d toil all the years of my life
In storm or in sunshine or rain
I’d venture the battles red strife
Just to ease her one moment of pain
I’d climb the high hills of the land
I’d swim the broad depths of the sea
For one touch of her graceful small hand, Is ar etc

Like the sick man who longs for the dawn
I long for the light of her eyes
Like the dew for the summer parched lawn
Are the beams that she gave me the while
She’s my life and my hope and my joy
My warmth and my comfort is she
She’s my darling my own promised wife, Is ar etc.