Far Far Away In Australia

Far far away in Australia The home of the wild kangaroo I live away from my Homeland But Ireland I still think of you. Mangan the poet of your people He once called you Dark Rosaleen And people who visit you Ireland Say you look lovely and green. When the snow melts on the mountain And April is fading to May Ireland your wild birds are singing In your green woods all the day. Ireland your sons and your daughters Are scattered all over the Earth But you were the Land of their childhood And you were the Land of their birth. Ireland the land of Fionnuala And of the great Fionn MacCumhaill Men have stolen some of your beauty For men in their ways can be cruel. To have you as my Mother Country I feel one of the chosen few And though I live far from your borders Ireland I still think of you. One day I hope to return To walk on your green fields by the hill In Spring when the wild birds are singing And flowers are blooming by the rill. Far far away in Australia The home of the wombat and the roo Far from your bogs and your meadows But Ireland I still think of you.