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Path Across the Ocean

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

 Recorded by Barry Gleeson. There is a Scottish version in "The National
Songbook" (1906).

Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!

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