OH say is that beautiful moon that I see Serenely adorning the Heavens above, Whose beams are refulgently shining on me, Is it shining as bright on the land that I love? The land where I first saw the moon's silver light, The land that I cherish wherever I stray - Oh say is that moon shining brightly to night On the green hills of Ireland, away, far away? How calm and how placid the ocean appears - See the moon and the stars are reflected below. The reflection brings back like a flash through the years The dreams of my boyhood the days long ago; The days when I fancied that everything bright Was lasting and real, - how delusive were they! Oh beautiful Moon! art thou shining to night On the green hills of Ireland, away, far away? Oh beautiful Moon! if thou'rt shining as well On that green little island away o'er the sea, To the dear cherished friends who in Ireland dwell With friendship and love bear a token from me. For oh, were I clasped in Death's cold hand to night, Even there with the last breath these fond words I'd say: "Oh, beautiful Moon, shine peaceful and bright On the green hills of Ireland, away, far away!"

- Maurice Fitzgerald