Drahaareen-O Mochree (Dreathairin O Mo Chroi) Lyrics

Deartháirín ó Mo Chroí or, The Little Brother of My Heart
Wombs turned to earth
that gave birth to my brother and me,
and likewise, my father is gone to eternity.
Like babes in the forest
the poor orphan children are we,
which makes me lament for my
deartháirín ó mo chroí.
When we were young
sure we did each other adore,
this little green island we wandered it o’er and o’er.
We worked at our trades
and our money we spent it quite free,
which makes me lament for my
deartháirín ó mo chroí.

He went to the wars
to fight against England for France,
his army was first
in the red battle ranks to advance.
But when they cast a gloom o’er that
gory and life-wasting field,
pale bleeding and coldly my
deartháirín ó mo chroí.
Now I’m alone like the
desolate bird of the night,
the world and his beauty’s
no longer afford me the light.
A dark narrow grave
is the only sad refuge for me
since I lost my heart’s darling
My deartháirín ó mo chroí.
Lyrics Submitted by Bairre Mac Gréine