We see our Father's hand in all around; In summer's sun, and in cold winter's snow, In leafy wood, on grassy-covered ground, In showers that fall and icy blasts that blow....
The demoiselles of sunny France Have gaiety and grace; Britannia's maids a tender glance, A sweet and gentle face; Columbia's virgins bring to knee Full many a duke and earl;...
It's the Emerald Isle is the beautiful land: There's nothing too good for the Irish. O'er the whole of it, Nature, at heaven's command, Has scattered her charms with a prodigal hand...
They come not from the sunny, sunny south, Nor from the Arctic region, Nor from the east, the busy, busy east, The where man's name is legion; But they come from the west, the rugged, rugged west,...
NOTE: - The tale is told a few years after the massacre of Glencoe, by a wandering bard, who had formerly been piper to MacDonald of Glencoe, but had escaped the fate of his kinsmen.
The roarin' game, the roarin' game, From Scotland's bonnie land it came, The land of loch and firth and ben, And comely dames and stalwart men; It crossed the broad Atlantic tide...
My name is Tim O'Gallagher, - there's Oirish in that same; My parients from the Imerald Oisle beyant the ocean came; My father came from Donegal, my mother came from Clare;...