Erin's Green Shore



One evening so late as I rambled

On the banks of a clear purling stream,

I sat down on a bank of primroses,

And so gently fell into a dream.

I dreamed I beheld a fair female

Her equal I ne'er saw before,

As she sighed for the wrongs of her country

As she strolled along Erin's green shore.



I quickly addressed this fair female,

"My jewel, come tell me your name,

For in this country I know you're a stranger

Or I would not have asked you the same."

She resembled the goddess of liberty

And of freedom, the mantle she wore

As she sighed for the wrongs of her country

As she strayed along Erin's green shore.

"I know you're a true son to Granne,

And my secrets to you I'll unfold,

For here in the midst of all dangers

Not knowing my friends from my foes.

I'm the daughter of Daniel O'Connell

And from England I lately come o'er,

I've come to awaken my brethren

That slumber on Erin's green shore."





Her eyes were like two sparkling diamonds

Or the stars of a cold frosty night;

Her cheeks were two blooming roses

And her teeth of the ivory so white.

She resembled the goddess of freedom,

And green was the mantle she wore,

Bound round with the shamrock and roses

That grew along Erin's green shore.



Collected from Pearl Nye

@Irish @freedom

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