Oh, Eire, land of tears,1
The hour draws nigh,2
I see the faces wan,3
I hear the cry.4
The loved and loving part,5
By hard fate driven,6
On earth they have no other meeting—7
May they meet in heaven.8
Must the father part the son?9
Must he return alone,10
To his silent cabin door,11
To his cold hearthstone ?12
Must the aged care the house ?13
Must they die alone,14
Unfollowed be their burying15
Their grayes unknown ?16