Shy Dawn extended her delicate hand,
With whispers of faraway hills back home.
Thy jewel upon the sea; fair Ireland
With her ebony’d  beaches of soft loam.
Too long away, ’tis a cruel penance paid.
Her Siren's call, pray thee never deny.
Unfurl those sleepy sails; we are away,
Ere doth the Sun climb higher o’er our sky.
A chorus of song rings out o'er blue waves
Of a sea whom I courted as lover.
Brine scenting the air; on course will we stay
Under deepest fog or night’s dark cover.
Hark, such rejoicing, we approach those wild,
Enchanted shores of my emerald isle.