FA Fahey - "AN OLD IRISH HILL IN THE MORNING" lyrics
*** Complimentary AN OLD IRISH HILL IN THE MORNING Ringtone ***
I'm weary and sick of the sights of the town
O! if some good fairy would but set me down
On an Old Irish hill in the morning!
My soul ever sighs for a sight of the sea
Though haughty its mansions and high its renown
Or where Moher cliffs in their majesty free
By dear old Kinvara, or down by Kilkee,
Fling back ocean billows scorning.
An old Irish hill where the crag is so steep
The air is so sweet, and the heather so deep -
O! gladly I'd labour, and soundly I'd sleep
On an Old Irish hill in the morning!
What will cover their back, or their stomachs will hold,
These Saxons are hard, and their senses are cold
And all that they care for, or think of, is gold
I miss the glad look and the grip of the hand,
Or what their shrunk shanks is adorning.
The heart on the lips, and the welcome so bland,
The céad míle fáilte, and best in the land,
On an Old Irish hill in the morning.
An old Irish hill where the torrents that leap
Are types of the hearts that a vigil there keep -
O light be their labour, and sound be their sleep
On an Old Irish hill in the morning!
O! if some good fairy would but set me down
On an Old Irish hill in the morning!
My soul ever sighs for a sight of the sea
Though haughty its mansions and high its renown
Or where Moher cliffs in their majesty free
By dear old Kinvara, or down by Kilkee,
Fling back ocean billows scorning.
An old Irish hill where the crag is so steep
The air is so sweet, and the heather so deep -
O! gladly I'd labour, and soundly I'd sleep
On an Old Irish hill in the morning!
What will cover their back, or their stomachs will hold,
These Saxons are hard, and their senses are cold
And all that they care for, or think of, is gold
I miss the glad look and the grip of the hand,
Or what their shrunk shanks is adorning.
The heart on the lips, and the welcome so bland,
The céad míle fáilte, and best in the land,
On an Old Irish hill in the morning.
An old Irish hill where the torrents that leap
Are types of the hearts that a vigil there keep -
O light be their labour, and sound be their sleep
On an Old Irish hill in the morning!
Some day when the summer clouds swim in the sky,
I'll bid the stiff Saxon a merry goodbye,
And blithe over ocean and land I will fly,
I'll give the go-by to all sorrow and strife,
To the green pleasant land I was born in;
On an Old Irish hill in the morning.
I'll take from the valley a rosy-cheeked wife
And cheerily live for the rest of my life,
An Old Irish hill where the dreamy mists creep
A cabin of love 'mid the heather to peep -
O! gladly I'd labour, and soundly I'd sleep
On an Old Irish hill in the morning!
But if the day came for the bold mountaineer
And ringing on high on the startled air clear,
To strike for the hearths and the homes we love dear,
The blast of the bugle gave warning -
O! where could our boys make a sturdier stand,
To strike a stout blow for the cause of our land,
Of an Old Irish hill in the morning!
Than massed in their might on the sides green and grand
From an old Irish hill - O! like eagles we'd sweep,
And chase the false foe through the vallery like sheep -
O! a harvest of hope for our Erin we'd reap,
On an old Irish hill in the morning
*** Complimentary AN OLD IRISH HILL IN THE MORNING Ringtone ***
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