[D]Though I have travelled many lands,
To far [A]off Aust[D]ralian [D7]sands
My [G]thoughts turn to[D] Eirn
When
my [E7]day's toil is[A] done
I [D]travelled Great Britain Ore
I'm now [A]on Col[D]umbia's [D7]shore
The [G]birth
place of[D] freedom and trhe [A]famed [G]Washing[D]ton
Cho.
[A]Scenes of splender [D]I have met
Amoung them[A] all I [D]can't forget
A vine [A]covered [D]cottage
With[E7]
roses quiet [A]rare
It [D]stands on the plesent vale
For o're the [A]sea in [D]Irish [D7]fail
The[G] home of my [D]childhood
My
[A]sweet[G] County[D] Clare.
I love my country through and through
It's round towers and Abbeys I love and revere
I've heard all her stories,
of her famed views and glories
From the groves of Tir Connell to the coast of Cape Clear
And deep in each exile's heart, are thoughts too scared to impact
Concerning my childhooh and playmates so fair
Let
nobody blame me, let no treaty defame me
When I speak of my birthplace, in my sweet County Clare
