Folk Song

X:1 T:The Flight Of The Earls Z:Webmaster C:Trad K: W:1 Beside the camp fire's fitful blaze W:Amid the forest drear, W:I picture in the dying rays, W:The home to me so dear; W:The lowly cot, the leaping stream, W:The spire upon the hill, W:I see them as I lie and dream, W:My heart is with them still. W:. W:2 To my green Isle my thoughts return W:Sweet Erin ever blest, W:For thy deep valleys oft I yearn, W:Wherein my kindred rest, W:The shamrock springs within my heart W:When Patrick's day is nigh, W:For though from home and friends apart, W:To them fond mem'ries fly. W:. W:3 The loving hearts I've left behind W:With mine in exile beat, W:A joyful welcome sure I'll find W:When there some day we meet; W:O haste ye weary laggard years, W:O speed me o'er the foam, W:To greet again, 'mid happy tears, W:My native land! my home! % % % % %