Tis more than ten long years ago I bid a fond adieu
To those now smouldering in decay and, brother mine, to you;
Though things looked bright beyond the main when I left old Dublin bay.
I now long to be home again with you in sweet Galway.
I fancy now I often stray through woods and Valleys race.
Just as I did in days gone by when I was free from cure;
And when my daily toil is o'er each night I kneel and pray
For those fond souls, I'll see no more at home in sweet Galway.
Though living in a beauteous land, most prosperous and free,
With golden mines and mountains race in smiling harmony;