A stor Mo chroi when you're far away
From the home you will soon be leaving
It's many's the time by night and by day
When your heart will be sorely grieving
For the stranger's land may b bright and fair
Rich in its treasures golden
But you'll pine I know for days long long ago
And the One that is never olden
A stor Mo chroi in the stranger's land
There is plenty of wealth and wailing
Where gems adorn the great and the grand
Where the faces with hunger paling
A stor Mo chroi when you're far away [Más]

Go neiri an bothar leat! That's Irish for "may the road rise with you" an ancient Irish prayer. Watch out world here come the Irish "the land of Saints and Scholars" part two!!! Hopefully. Thanks lads, I'v been waiting for the Irish to wake up for the past thirty years. Blessings - Rene