by
Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852)
Tho' the last glimpse of Erin
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Tho' the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,
Yet, wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me.
In exile thy bosom shall still be my home,
And thine eyes make my climate, wherever we roam.
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- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Bien que je voie avec tristesse", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Language: French (Français)  after the English
Bien que je voie le dernier reflet d'Erin avec tristesse,
Partout tu ressembleras à Erin pour moi ;
En exil, ta poitrine sera encore ma patrie,
Et tes yeux seront mon ciel où que nous errions.
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