The Handful Of Earth

Xt's aailint? I am at the dawn of the day, To nry brothcr thiitv over the soa ; Btt t' little 111 euro for my life anywherc, 'or it's breakinff my heart will be. Uut a trrasure 111 tnki tot onld Ircland's sake, That l'll prizo all belonging above ; It's a hamUul o' cartli from the land o' my birlh- From the heart o' the land that I love. AnS won't the -poov lad In bis exilo b fiad "When heseea the brave pwont I bnnp T And won't there be flowerst'rom tbistreasure of ourB In the warmth of the beauttful spring ! Och, Erin, Klaohree ! though it's pnrting we be, It's bloasin' l'll have on your shore, And your mountaiua aud btreauis I will seo in my d'roams, Tül I croas to my country once more ! Üe Pkpgaïttrgiïs