Set sail, in their good ships, gallantly,
From the sunny land of Spain.
‘Oh, where’s the isle we’ve seen in dreams,
Our destined home or grave?’
Thus sung they as, by the morning’s beams,
They swept the Atlantic wave.
And lo, where afar o’er ocean shines
A sparkle of radiant green,
As though in that deep lay emerald mines,
Whose light through the wave was seen.
”Tis Innisfail — ’tis Innisfail!’
Rings o’er the echoing sea;
While, bending to heaven, the warriors hail
That home of the brave and free.
Then turn’d they unto the Eastern wave,
Where now their Day-God’s eye
A look of such sunny omen gave
As lighted up sea and sky.
Nor frown was seen through sky or sea,
Nor tear o’er leaf or sod,
When first on their Isle of Destiny
Our great forefathers trod.

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