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My thoughts delight to wander

upon a distant shore,

Where, lovely, fair, and tender,

is she whom I adore;

May Heav’n, its blessings sparing,

on her bestow them free,

The lovely Maid of Erin,

who sweetly sang to me.

Had fortune fix’d my station,

in some propitious hour,

The monarch of a nation,

endow’d with wealth and dow’r;

That wealth and power sharing,

my peerless queen should be

The lovely Maid of Erin,

who sweetly sang to me.

Altho’ the restless ocean

may long between us roar,

Yet while my heart has motion,

she’ll lodge within its core;

For artless and endearing,

and mild and young is she,

The lovely Maid of Erin,

who sweetly sang to me.