The round towers of Ireland, song

Ellen Gillespie, singing in English
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When an Irishman leaves the dear land that he loves
And crosses the wide raging sea
His memory goes back to the dear land that he loves
And these are the pictures that he sees

It’s the glorious round towers of Ireland
It’s the dear little shamrock so green
The wolfhound lying down and the harp without the crown
And the sunburst of Ireland between

Long may that memory run in my heart
When he sees the round towers that stand
May the shrine of its glory never depart
When the sun sets its rays o’er our land


In the halls of the great and the cots of the poor
It’s the scene that will always be seen
It’s engraved on every heart with a pencil of love
And these are the emblems that it bears


see also   The round towers of Ireland / Roseanne McGonigle