Your Dear Old Irish Mother - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Your Dear Old Irish Mother. Copyright, 1893, by O. H. Dodworth. Composed by Frank D. Pease. Arranged by A. McOwen. 
I'm thinking of a distant land afar across the sea; Its hills and valleys, lakes and streams are ever dear to me. A country of the gods it is, where grass is always green, And where the four-leaf shamrock on the hillside can he seen. My dear old Irish mother for its freedom oft would pray; That dear old land, I'll sing its praise until my dying day. So let this motto be your guide in this and ev'ry clime, It's Ireland and your dear old Irish mother ev'ry time. 
Refrain. No matter where you may be born, in hut or palace grand, If Irish blood flows in your veins, stand by your native land; And let this motto be your guide in this and ev'ry clime, It's Ireland and your dear old Irish mother ev'ry time. 
I had a dream the other night that made my heart go wild, I dreamt I was in Ireland, and I was again a child; The boys and girls they all were there, and dancing on the green; It was a grand May party, and my mother was the queen. Brave Robert Emmet there I saw, he was my joy and pride: Tom Moore, the poet, too, was standing by my mother's side. And in that dream I thought a hand was placed upon my head, And like sweet music from above both Moore and Emmet said: -Refrain.