A Str Mo Chro, when you're far away

From the home you will soon be leaving

And its many's the time by night and day

Your heart will sorely be grieving



Though the stranger's land is rich and fair

And rich in treasures golden

You'll pine I know, for the long, long ago

And the love that's never olden



A Str Mo Chro, in the stranger's land

There is plenty of wealth and earnings

Gold and gems adorn the rich and the grand

And there are faces with hunger tearing



Though the road is weary and hard to thread

And the lights of their cities may blind you

You'll turn A Str for Erin's shore

And the ones you left behind you



A Str Mo Chro when evening sun

Over mountains meadows is falling

Won't you turn away from the throng and listen

And maybe you'll hear me calling



Though the voice you'll hear is surely mine

For someone's speedy returning

A roon a roon -- won't you come home soon

To the one who will always love you