My Hearts In Old Ireland - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MY HEARTS IN OLD IRELAND. 
My bark on the billow dashed gloriously on, And glad were the notes of the sailor boy's song; Yet sad was my bosom and bursting with woo, For my heart's in old Ireland wherever I go. Oh, my heart's in old Ireland wherever I go. 
More dear than the flowers that Italy yields Are the red-breasted daisies that spangle thy fields, The shamrock, the hawthorn, the white blossom sloe, For my heart's in old Ireland wherever I go. 
The stores they look lovely, yet cheerless and vain Bloom the lilies of France and the olives of Spain: When I think of the fields where the wild daisies grow, Then my heart's in old Ireland wherever I go. 
The lilies and roses abandon the plains, Though the summer's gone by, still the shamrock remains; Like friend in misfortune it blossoms o'er the snow, For my heart's in old Ireland wherever I go. 
I sigh and I vow, If ever I get home, No more from my dear native cottage I'll roam; The harp shall resound, and the goblet shall flow, For my heart's in old Ireland wherever I go.