Текст песни A Stór Mo Chroí

A Stor Mo Chroi, when you're far away
From the house that you'll soon be leaving
Sure it's many a time by night and by day
That your heart will be sorely grieving
For the stranger's land may be bright and fair
And rich in all treasures golden
You'll pine, I know, for the long, long ago
And the heart that is never olden

A Stor Mo Chroi, in the stranger's land
There's plenty of wealth and wailing
Though gems adorn the rich and grand
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The road may be weary, and hard to tread
And the lights of the city blind you
Oh turn, A Stor, to old Erin's shore
And the ones you have left behind you

A Stor Mo Chroi, when the evening's mist
In the mountain and meadow is falling
Oh turn, A Stor, from the throng and list
And maybe you'll hear me calling
For the sound of a voice that you seldom hear
For somebody's speedy returning
Aroon, aroon, Oh, won't you come back soon
To the one who really loves you