Path Across the Ocean There's a path across the ocean, there's a track across the sea There are green sunny lands in some foreign country I will leave my native Irish home and sail across the sea And when weary I'll return, lovely Erin, to thee Why did I leave my native land, or why did I cross the deep Or why did I leave the land where my forefathers sleep I sigh for dear old Ireland as I sail across the sea Will I ever catch a glance lovely Erin of thee? I hear no Sabbath bell to awake the Sunday morn I hear no reaper singing among the yellow corn But I hear a tyrant's voice and the wail of slavery Still I hear the linnet singing in my own country There's a sigh for every woe, there's a balm for every pain Still my heart is nearly broken sore till I return again To my own dear native Irish home where I was bred and born Then I'll hear the linnet singing among the yellow corn Note: Recorded by Barry Gleeson. There is a Scottish version in "The National Songbook" (1906). MR apr97
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