.O, Father dear, I oft times here, you speak of Erin's Isle,
Her lofty scenes, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild
They say it tis a lovely place, wherin in a saint might dwell,
So why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell?
Oh son I loved my native land, with energ.
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