Ah love but say you’ll be my
lady
And bid farewell to the land
of Spain
We’ll cross the sea to lovely
Erin
And live in wealth and
harmony
But o those thoughts of peace
and plenty
Where nothing but a pleasant
dream
Stretched in a grave of cold
grey granite
This fine young woman was
soon to be
A ghra geal lig do laimh liom
‘s gluais go hEirinn ghlas
tabhair cul do thir na
spainne
beith saol againn ‘s mil go
fras
Words & Music: Desi Wilkinson
Gaelic Translation of first verse: Dermot Johnson