Ye friendly stars that rule the night,|
And hail my glad returning,
Ye never shone so sweetly bright,
Since gay St. Patrick's morning.
My life hung heavy on my mind,
Despair sat brooding o'er me;
Now all my cares are far behind,
And joy is full before me.
Gamby ora! Gamby ora! *
How my heart approves me!
Gamby ora! Gamby ora!
Cathleen owns she loves me!
2. Were all the flow'ry pastures mine,|
That deck fair Limerick county,
That wealth, dear Cathleen, should be thine.
And all should share our bounty.
But Fortune's gifts I value not,
Nor Grandeur's highest station,
I would not change my happy lot
For all the Irish nation.
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