At The Grey Dawn, Amongst The Felling Leaves, A Little Bird Outside My Window Swung, High On A Topmost Branch He Trilled His Song, And 'Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!' Ever Sung. Take Me, I Cried, Back To My Island Home; Sweet Bird, My Soul Shall Ride Between Thy Wings; For My Lone Spirit Wide His Pinions Spread, And Home And Home And Home He Ever Sings. We Lingered Over Ulster Stern And Wild. I Called: 'Arise! Doth None Remember Me?' One Turn'D In The Darkness Murmuring, 'How Loud Upon The Breakers Sobs The Sea!' We Rested Over Connaught-Whispering Said: 'Awake, Awake, And Welcome! I Am Here.' One Woke And Shivered At The Morning Grey; 'The Trees, I Never Heard Them Sigh So Drear.' We Flew Low Over Munster. Long I Wept: 'You Used To Love Me, Love Me Once Again!' They Spoke From Out The Shadows Wondering; 'You'd Think Of Tears, So Bitter Falls The Rain.' Long Over Leinster Lingered We. 'Good-Bye! My Best Beloved, Good-Bye For Evermore.' Sleepless They Tossed And Whispered To The Dawn; 'So Sad A Wind Was Never Heard Before.' Was It A Dream I Dreamt? For Yet There Swings In The Grey Morn A Bird Upon The Bough, And 'Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!' Ever Sings. Oh! Fair The Breaking Day In Ireland Now.