Farewell to Innisfail

Woe, to part from Innisfail,
Woe from Erinn's side to sail;
Land of the bee-glad mountains!
Isle of the steeds and fountains!

Now I cleave the foreign foam
Facing east from Fintan's home:
My heart leaves me, faring o'er,
Dear no shore but Erinn's shore.

Shore of fine fruit-bended trees,
Shore of green grass-covered leas;
Old plain of Ir, soft, show'ry,
Wheatful, fruitful, fair, flow'ryH

Home of priest and gallant knight,
Isle of gold-haired maidens bright,

Banba of the clear blue wave,
Of bold hearts and heroes brave.

If God bless my flag, unfurled,
I'll yet reach my native world;
But I come not from abroad
'Neath the shunned Saxons' rod.

Not deeps I dread, upheaving,
But leaving Laere's mountains;
'Tis quitting Delvin grieving,
That fills all sorrow's fountains.

Fare ye well, who watch my sail
Youths of honoured Innisfail!
Farewell Meath, the nest of song,
Noble, knightly, steadfast, strong!