The Shores of Lough Bran (link to YouTube video)

Sit ye down loyal comrades, sit ye down for a while,
While I spend my last hours on Erin’s Green Isle
Come fill up your glasses and we’ll drink hand to hand,
For tomorrow I am leaving the shores of Lough Bran.
There’s my Father and Mother, I still hear her last cry,
And oh the bewailing, t'would moisten your eye
But I will assist them, please God, if I can,
Far away from lovely Erin and the Shores of Lough Bran.
There are many amongst you compelled for to roam,
By the laws of coercion you were driven from home
By the laws of coercion, was the seeds of their plan,
To drive your sons roaming from the shores of Lough Bran.
No more will I wonder o’er Farnott’s green hill,
Nor the place I love dearest - the pond by the mill
O’er your green fertile valleys where oft’ times I ran,
And breathed the soft breezes off the shores of Lough Bran.
On the incoming morning I will bid you adieu,
From Leitrim, Drumshanbo and fair Carrick too
But no matter what fortune I may meet on the way,
My thoughts will be with you by night and by day
My thoughts will be with you while this life holds it’s span,
Far away from lovely Erin and the shores of Lough Bran.