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The flight of the earls

anon. (ireland)

Be

side

the camp

fire’s

fit

ful blaze,

a

mid

the

for

est

dread.

F

C7

F

B

F

B

C7

5

pic

ture in

the

dy

ing rays

the

home

to

me

so

dear.

The

F

C7

F

B

F

G7

C7

9

low

ly

cot,

the

leap

ing stream,

the

spire

up

on

the

hill,

I

B

F

B

Gm7

C7

13

see

them as

I

lie

and dream, my

heart

is

with

them

all.

F

C7

F

B

F

C7

F

To my green isle my thoughts return,

Beside the camp fire’s fitful blaze,

Sweet Erin ever blest,

amid the forest dread.

For thy deep valleys oft I yearn,

I picture in the dying rays

Wherein my kindred rest,

the home to me so dear.

The shamrock springs within my heart

The lowly cot, the leaping stream,

When Patrick’s day is nigh.

the spire upon the hill,

For thought from home and friends apart

I see them as I lie and dream,

To them fond mem’ries fly.

my heart is with them all.