Come Back to Erin

Transcript

♪ Come back to Ireland, the morning, the morning. Come back, Arun, to the land of thy good. Come with the shepherds and bring thy supporting.

And this tyranny shall bring with us birth. ♪ Sure when we left yet a beautiful England, Little report of the long winter days. Little report of the heart of the starry night.

Over the mountains of love and the bright. Come back to Ireland, the morning, the morning. Come back again to the land of thy good.

Come back to Ireland, the morning, the morning. And this tyranny shall bring with us birth. ♪ Oh, may the angels awaken and sleepen, Watch o'er my good in the land far away.

And if my prayers will consign to their keeping, Care of my due and by night and by day. When by the fire aside I watch the bright embers, Then o'er my heart lies sweet London deep. Pray thee to know if my darling remembers, Or if her thoughts may be constant to me.

Come back to Ireland, the morning, the morning. Come back again to the land of thy good. Come back to Ireland, the morning, the morning.

And this tyranny shall bring with us birth. ♪

Transcribed by AI from the recording above. These are noisy hundred-year-old cylinders, so expect misheard words and the occasional invented line — trust your ears over the text.