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- Beside the camp fire's fitful blaze
Amid the forest drear,
I picture in the dying rays,
The home to me so dear;
The lowly cot, the leaping stream,
The spire upon the hill,
I see them as I lie and dream,
My heart is with them still.
- To my green Isle my thoughts return
Sweet Erin ever blest,
For thy deep valleys oft I yearn,
Wherein my kindred rest,
The shamrock springs within my heart
When Patrick's day is nigh,
For though from home and friends apart,
To them fond mem'ries fly.
- The loving hearts I've left behind
With mine in exile beat,
A joyful welcome sure I'll find
When there some day we meet;
O haste ye weary laggard years,
O speed me o'er the foam,
To greet again, ‘mid happy tears,
My native land! my home!
From the collection Songs From Hazzards Huzzah