Dear Old Ireland was written aboard ship as we departed from Roslare. Looking out on the harbor and seeing the fog trying to conceal my last parting glimpse, heightened my sorrow in leaving, not knowing if I'd ever return and yet by the poem, pledging my intentions of visiting the sacred vistas again, as soon as possible.

Music: The Wearin' Of The Green

Dear Old Ireland

Good-bye Dear Old Ireland
I know you like the back of my hand
I dream of you often
And I'll be back again
And walk a lovely strand
To listen to and hear the wind blow
To listen and hear the people say "I know"
To find a quiet boreen
With a cottage not quite seen
I'll be back again
Dear Old Ireland

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