The night is dark and dreary,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
And the heart that loves you weary,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
For every hope is blighted,
That bloomed when first we plighted
Our troth, and were united,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe.
Still our homestead we behold,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
But the cheerful hearth is cold,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
And those around its glow
Assembled long ago,
In the cold, cold earth lie low,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
Twas famine's wasting breath,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
That winged the shaft of death,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
And the landlord, lost to feeling,
Who drove us from our sheeling,
Though we prayed for mercy kneeling,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
O 'twas heartless from that floor,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
Where our fathers dwelt of yore,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
To fling our offspring—seven—
'Neath the wintry skies of heaven,
To perish on that even,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
But the sleety blast blows chill,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
Let me press thee closer still,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
To this scathed, bleeding heart,
Beloved as thou art;
For too soon—too soon we part,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
And the heart that loves you weary,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
For every hope is blighted,
That bloomed when first we plighted
Our troth, and were united,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe.
Still our homestead we behold,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
But the cheerful hearth is cold,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
And those around its glow
Assembled long ago,
In the cold, cold earth lie low,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
Twas famine's wasting breath,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
That winged the shaft of death,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
And the landlord, lost to feeling,
Who drove us from our sheeling,
Though we prayed for mercy kneeling,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
O 'twas heartless from that floor,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
Where our fathers dwelt of yore,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
To fling our offspring—seven—
'Neath the wintry skies of heaven,
To perish on that even,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
But the sleety blast blows chill,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
Let me press thee closer still,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
To this scathed, bleeding heart,
Beloved as thou art;
For too soon—too soon we part,
A gradh geal mo chroidhe!
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