Imleabhar: CBÉ 0190
Ar an leathanach seo
(gan teideal) (ar lean)
“Back to well beloved Ireland...”
(ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)Of her glorious martyred bond
Made the gospel rays shine brighter
Grace diffusing through the land
Thus he prayed his prayer of longing
As the ship sped o'er the sea
Till in hearts that prayer re echoed
like an old sweet melody
III
Back to sainted, patient Ireland faithful still in pain and loss
With her brave arms ever ready
To embrace God's Holy Cross
Sighing out her many sorrows
In sad tale or thrilling song
Till her children nigh disappoining [?]
Cry O Lord! How long! How long!
Long the voyage seemed and weary to the Isle of Destiny
And the old mans voice grew feeble(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)