To other shores across the sea
 We speed with swelling sail;
Yet still there lingers on our lee
 A phantom Innisfail.
Oh fear, fear not, gentle ghost,
 Your sons shall turn untrue!
Though fain to fly your lovely coast,
 They leave their hearts with you.

As slowly into distance dim
 Your shadow sinks and dies,
So o'er the ocean's utmost rim
 Another realm shall rise;
New hills shall swell, new vales expand,
 New rivers winding flow,
But could we for a foster land
 Your mother-love forego?

Shall mighty Espan's martial praise
 Our patriot pulses still,
And o'er your memory's fervent rays
 Forever cast a chill?
Oh, no! we live for your relief,
 Till home from alien earth
We share the smile that gilds your grief,
 The tear that gems your mirth.