Oh! the day bright and clear, and the sky deepest blue,

And my thoughts turn back to a heart fond and true

There's a dear little cabin far over the sea

Where someone is anxiously waiting for me.

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There's a heart in old Ireland that's pining for me,

And there's „Two Irish Eyes", that gaze out an the sea,

But I'll soon be returning and once again be,

With the heart in old Ireland that's pining for me.

Oh! in fancy I see my old Ireland so dear,

And the Lakes of Killarney so lovely and clear,

I can see the old Shannon flow down to the sea,

Where I first met the heart that is pining for me.

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There's a heart in old Ireland that's pining for me . . .