Oh! Arranmore, Loved ArranmoreAir — Killdroughalt Fair OH! Arranmore, loved Arranmore, How oft I dream of thee, And of those days when, by thy shore, I wander’d young and free. Full many a path I’ve tried, since then, Through pleasure’s flowery maze, But ne’er could find the bliss again I felt in those sweet days. How blithe upon thy breezy cliffs At sunny morn I’ve stood, With heart as bounding as the skiffs That danced along thy flood; Or, when the western wave grew bright With daylight’s parting wing, Have sought that Eden in its light Which dreaming poets sing; That Eden where the immortal brave Dwell in a land serene — Whose bowers beyond the shining wave At sunset, oft are seen. Ah, dream too full of saddening truth! Those mansions o’er the main Are like the hopes I built in youth — As sunny and as vain!