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Thomas Moore - We May Roam Through This World
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We may roam through this world, like a child at a feast, 
   Who but sips of a sweet, and then flies to the rest; 
And, when pleasure begins to grow dull in the east, 
   We may order our wings and be off to the west: 
But if hearts that feel, and eyes that smile, 
   Are the dearest gifts that heaven supplies, 
We never need leave our own green isle, 
   For sensitive hearts, and for sun-bright eyes. 
Then, remember, wherever your goblet is crown`d, 
   Through this world, whether eastward or westward you roam, 
When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, 
   Oh! remember the smile which adorns her at home. 

In England, the garden of Beauty is kept 
   By a dragon of prudery placed within call; 
But so oft this unamiable dragon has slept, 
   That the garden`s but carelessly watch`d after all. 
Oh! they want the wild sweet-briery fence 
   Which round the flowers of Erin dwells; 
Which warns the touch, while winning the sense, 
   Nor charms us least when it most repels. 
Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown`d, 
   Through this world, whether eastward or westward you roam, 
When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, 
   Oh! remember the smile that adorns her at home. 

In France, when the heart of a woman sets sail, 
   On the ocean of wedlock its fortune to try, 
Love seldom goes far in a vessel so frail, 
   But just pilots her off, and then bids her good-bye. 
While the daughters of Erin keep the boy, 
   Ever smiling beside his faithful oar, 
Through billows of woe, and beams of joy, 
   The same as he look`s when he left the shore. 
Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown`d, 
   Through this world, whether eastward or westward you roam, 
When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, 
   Oh! remember the smile that adorns her at home.
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