(AIR: “An Cruicin Fravigh”)

Green are the fields of Eirinn, this sunny summer weather;
The bloom is on the heather; blue is the arching sky;
The birds in every grove now are singing songs of love,
But I, when’re I hear them, think of you and sigh.

Stay with me, Oh! stay, love; do not go away love,
And leave your Irish boy here, in sadness to pine,
Oh! Stay with me – I’ll love you; I’ll be a shield above you –
I am not worthy of you, yet, sweetheart, be mine.

A down these quiet valleys, where grow the slender sallies,
Our native stream meanders; and sings its pleasant song.
Ah! don’t you hear it calling, when twilight shades are falling –
Calling us to rove still its green banks along!

Stay with me, oh! stay, love do not go away love,
And leave your Irish boy here, in sadness to pine,
Oh! stay with me – I’ll love you, I’ll be a shield above you –
I am not worthy of you yet, sweetheart, be mine.

I know this is a poor land, yet ‘tis your sires’ and your land;
Warm hearts are still in Eirinn, devoted hearts and true;
Then from them do not sever; and I – I’ll love you ever.
For next to God and Eirinn, my heart beats for you.

Stay with me, oh stay love; do not go away love,
And leave your Irish boy here, in sadness to pine.
Oh! stay with me – I’ll love you, I’ll be a shield above you –
I am not worthy of you, yet, sweetheart, be mine.