Steeleye Span - Erin

At the setting of the ^Csun When my ^Dlong day's work was ^Gdone I went out along the ^Cseashore for a walk And I ^Embeing all a^Clone I sat ^Gdown upon a ^Cstone To ^Ggaze upon the ^Dstreets of New ^GYork

^GErin grá mo ^Cchroí You're the ^Ddear old land to ^Gme You're the fairest that my ^Ceyes have ever seen And if ^Emever I go ^Chome From ^Gyou I never will ^Croam From my ^Gown dear native ^Dland far a^Gway ^{C G}

With the turf fire burning ^Cbright On a ^Dcold, dark winter's ^Gnight And the snow flakes falling ^Cgently to the ground When St. ^EmPatrick's day comes '^Cround We'll ^Gwear the shamrock ^Cgreen In my ^Gown dear native ^Dland far a^Gway

^GErin grá mo ^Cchroí You're the ^Ddear old land to ^Gme You're the fairest that my ^Ceyes have ever seen And if ^Emever I go ^Chome From ^Gyou I never will ^Croam From my ^Gown dear native ^Dland far a^Gway

Well, it broke my mother's ^Cheart From ^Dher I had to ^Gpart Will I ever see my ^Cmother anymore? When her ^Embody it is ^Claid In the ^Gcold and silent ^Cgrave In my ^Gown dear native ^Dland far a^Gway

^GErin grá mo ^Cchroí You're the ^Ddear old land to ^Gme You're the fairest that my ^Ceyes have ever seen And if ^Emever I go ^Chome From ^Gyou I never will ^Croam From my ^Gown dear native ^Dland far a^Gway