Tom: G
G
[Verse]
C
At the setting of the sun
D G
When my long day's work was done
C
I went out along the seashore for a walk
Em C
And I being all alone
G C
I sat down upon a stone
G D G
To gaze upon the streets of New York
[Chorus]
G C
Erin grá mo chroí
D G
You're the dear old land to me
C
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
Em C
And if ever I go home
G C
From you I never will roam
G D G C G
From my own dear native land far away
[Verse]
C
With the turf fire burning bright
D G
On a cold, dark winter's night
C
And the snow flakes falling gently to the ground
Em C
When St. Patrick's day comes 'round
G C
We'll wear the shamrock green
G D G
In my own dear native land far away
[Chorus]
G C
Erin grá mo chroí
D G
You're the dear old land to me
C
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
Em C
And if ever I go home
G C
From you I never will roam
G D G
From my own dear native land far away
[Instrumental]
G C D G C
Em C G C G D G
[Verse]
C
Well, it broke my mother's heart
D G
From her I had to part
C
Will I ever see my mother anymore?
Em C
When her body it is laid
G C
In the cold and silent grave
G D G
In my own dear native land far away
[Chorus]
G C
Erin grá mo chroí
D G
You're the dear old land to me
C
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
Em C
And if ever I go home
G C
From you I never will roam
G D G
From my own dear native land far away
