The Fair Hills Of Eire O!
The Fair Hills Of Eire O!
Take a blessing from my heart to the land of my birth,
And the fair hills or Eire O!
And to all that survive of Eibhear`s tribe on earth
On the fair hills of Eire O!
In that land so delightful the wild thrush`s lay
Seems to pour a lament forth for Eire`s decray;
Alas, alas, why pine I a thousand miles away
From the fair hills of Eire O!
The soil is rich and soft, the air is mild and bland
Of the fair hills of Eire O!
Her barest rock is greener to me than this rude land
O! the fair hillls of Eire O!
Her woods are tall and straight, grove rising over grove,
Trees flourish in her glens below on her heights above.
O! in heart and in soul I shall ever,
ever love The fair hills of Eire O!
A fruitful clime is Eire`s, through valley, meadow, plane,
And the fair hills of Eire O!
The very bread of life is in the yellow grain
On the fair hills of Eire O!
Far dearer unto me than the tones music yields
Is the lowing of the kine and the calves in her fields,
And the sunlight that shone long ago on Gaelic shields
On the fair hills of Eire O!