The Blackbird of Sweet Avondale

In the fair Bay of Dublin while carelessly strolling I sat myself down near a clear crystal stream Reclined on the beach in wild accent deploring In sorrow condoling I heard a fair maid Her hopes changed to mourning that once were so glorious I stood in amazement to hear her sad tale Her heart strings were torn in wild accents so glorious Saying, "Where is my blackbird of sweet Avondale?" In the fair counties Kerry, true Cork and Tipperary The rights of old Ireland my blackbird did sing But woe to the hour with the dark lights in Derry When he from my arms to Dublin took way Oh heaven give ear to my supplication And strengthen the bold sons of old Grainne Mhaol And promise that my country will soon be a nation And bring back my blackbird of sweet Avondale Oh Ireland my country awake from your slumbers And bring back my blackbird so dear unto me And let everyone know by the strength of your numbers That we as a nation would like to be free