Far away from the land of the Shamrock and heather

In search of a living, as exiles we roam

But whenever we chance to assemble together

We think of the land where we once had a home:

But these homes are destroyed and our soil confiscated

The hand of the tyrant brought plunder and woe;

The fires are now quenched and our hearts desolated

In our once happy homes in the County Mayo



Long years have now passed since with hearts full of sorrow

The of the Shamrock we left far behind;

But how we would like to go back there to-morrow;

To the scenes of our youth, which we still bear in mind;

The days of our childhood, it's now we recall them

They cling to our vision wherever we go;

And the friends of our youth we will never forget them

They too ar exiled from the County Mayo



From historic Killala, from Swinford to Calla

Ballyhaunis and Westport and old Castlebar

Kiltimagh and Claremorris, Belmullet and Erris

Kilkelly and Knock that's famed near and far;

Balla, Ballinrobe, Ballina and Bohola

Keeloges and Foxford a few miles below

Newport and Cong with old Straide and Manulla

Charlestown too, in the County Mayo



Then on with the cause 'till our aim is accomplished

Those who would fault us are cowardly and mean

So stand in the fight 'till the tyrant is vanquished

Expelled from our Dear little Island of Green

With the foes of our land we have fought a long battle

Soon they will get their last death-dealing blow

When old Nick has received them, their brains he will rattle

For the wrongs they have done to the County Mayo



From Galway to Dublin, from Derry to Kerry

New York and 'Frisco and Boston also

In Pittsburg, Chicago, Detroit and Toronto

There are stout-hear