Lyrics

When I was a lad, I longed to roam far from my land.
I charmed the very birds out of their nesting places,
And every lass in town was sure to know my face.
And my friends and family gathered ‘round me,
Smokin’ their pipes and drinking stout, mead, and ale. Mmmm…
And my father said, “Lad, you’ll be a bonny bard someday!
Ah yes, a bonny bard someday!”

I lived song by song, I traveled far and wide.
I shared stories from my home and slept ‘neath the starry, starry skies.
But now I’m dreaming of home, wanting to go back!
Oh, Ireland, she’s calling me, and I wait for the Emerald Angels to carry me home.
To carry me home… Oh…

Well money gets paid and deals get made,
And for the right amount of gold, they’ll take away your very soul!

So now I’m dreaming of home, wanting to go back.
Oh, Ireland, she’s calling me, and I wait for the Emerald Angels to carry me home.
To carry me home… Oh… Ooooo….

My sons and daughters, listen to what I say:
Don’t let them tempt you with their gold,
Don’t let them take you from your home.
Don’t let them take your Ireland away!
My sons and daughters, you’ll all be bonny bards someday.
Ah, yes, bonny bards someday!