Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland,
  Charmer of the sun and sea,
Bright beguiler of old anguish,
  How could Famine frown on thee?

As our Gulf-Stream, drawn to thee-ward,
  Turns him from his northward flow,
And our wintry western headlands
  Send thee summer from their snow,

Thus the main and cordial current
  Of our love sets over sea, —
Tender, comely, valiant Ireland,
Songful, soulful, sorrowful Ireland, —
  Streaming warm to comfort thee.