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ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I sit beside firelight
And I rest upon the sand
My bundle sits upon my stick
And my face, sits in my hand
I take a sip of the stout my love,
And I drink myself to sleep
And one more thought of you all alone
And it sends my heart to weep
For Australia it looks, Australia it sounds
And Australia, so it seems
For though I sleep on Australia's dirt,
It's Ireland in my dreams
I wake to the call,
Still growin' old
And I hold my achin' head
I roll my bundle up again
And I clear my earthen bed
And the sun climbs high,
It claims the sky above my uplifted face
And I think of you
And of what I've done
And I lower it in disgrace
For Australia it looks, Australia it sounds
And Australia, so it seems
For though I stand on Australia's cliffs,
It's Ireland in my dreams
In the seaside town of eire
On the great Australian bight
I stow away on a prison ship
By the cover of the night
And the morning sun lays witness
To a bow slicing through the foam
And I can feel you smile
A thousand miles away
As you learn that I'm comin' home
For Australia it looks, Australia it sounds
And Australia, so it seems
For though I sail from Australia's shores,
In Ireland soon I'll be
