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Thomas Moore - Oh! Arranmore, Loved Arranmore
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Oh! Arranmore, loved Arranmore, 
   How oft I dream of thee, 
And of those days when, by thy shore, 
   I wander`d young and free. 
Full many a path I`ve tried, since then, 
   Through pleasure`s flowery maze, 
But ne`er could find the bliss again 
   I felt in those sweet days. 

How blithe upon thy breezy cliffs 
   At sunny morn I`ve stood, 
With heart as bounding as the skiffs 
   That danced along thy flood; 
Or, when the western wave grew bright 
   With daylight`s parting wing, 
Have sought that Eden in its light 
   Which dreaming poets sing;

That Eden where the immortal brave 
   Dwell in a land serene — 
Whose bowers beyond the shining wave 
   At sunset, oft are seen. 
Ah, dream too full of saddening truth! 
   Those mansions o`er the main 
Are like the hopes I built in youth — 
   As sunny and as vain!
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