Oh joy came to my bossom as I reached Cobh in Cork
On board a White Starliner I landed in New York
The houses were of jasper and the streets were paved with gold
And the ladies in their splendor so charming to behold
I once was disappointed when first I crossed the foam
I had three days work laid out for me against every man at home
To be working for informers well I'd rather I were hung
Than to listen to the jibing of a foreign jibing tongue
I'm thinking ever thinking by night as well as day
I'm thinking ever thinking of those green hills far away
I'm thinking of those mossy banks and the valleys down below
My heart is in lovely Erin where the three leaf shamrock grows
I can see the little chapel beneath the mountain path
Where I made my confirmation and I oft times knelt at mass
With the sagerts on the altar and the people bending low
My heart is in lovely Erin where the three leaf shamrock grows
I'm thinking ever thinking by night as well as day
I'm thinking ever thinking of those green hills far away
I'm thinking of those mossy banks and the valleys down below
My heart is in lovely Erin where the three leaf shamrock grows