Хелависа - I am of Ireland

"I am of Ireland
And the Holy Land of Ireland
And time runs on," cried she
"Come out of charity
Come dance with me in Ireland"

One man, one man alone
In that outlandish gear
One solitary man
Of all that rambled there
Has turned his stately head
That is a long way off
"And time runs on," he said
"And the night grows rough"

"I am of Ireland
And the Holy Land of Ireland
And time runs on," cried she
"Come out of charity
And dance with me in Ireland"

"The fiddlers are all thumbs
Or the fiddle-string accursed
The drums and the kettledrums
And the trumpets all are burst
And the trombone," cried he
"The trumpet and trombone"
And cocked a malicious eye
"But time runs on, runs on"

"I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland
And time runs on," cried she
"Come out of charity
And dance with me in Ireland

"I am of Ireland
And the Holy Land of Ireland
And time runs on," cried she
"Come out of charity
And dance with me...
And dance with me in Ireland

"I am of Ireland"

"I am of Ireland
And the Holy Land of Ireland"

"I am of Ireland
And the Holy Land of Ireland"

"I am of Ireland,
And the Holy Land of Ireland"

"I am of Ireland
And the Holy Land of Ireland
And time runs on," cried she
"Come out of charity
And dance with me...
And dance with me in Ireland

"I am of Ireland..."