[Verse} There's a home by the white Abhainn Mhór That will sweep over the broad open sea And white rivers where the waves wash ashore Whilst bulrushes, they'll wave to the breeze Where the green ivy clings round the door And the birds sweetly sing on each street Oh my darling they're tuning their notes 'S Ar Éirinn Ní Neosfainn Cé Hí Like a sick...Learn More