Island of Sorrows

	作词 : Moore, OBeirne, Stewart
	She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps
	While around her sweet lovers are sighing
	But coldly she turns from their wooings and weeps
	For her heart with his cold grave is lying
	She sings the wild songs of her own native home
	Every note which he so loved awaking
	Ah but little they think who delight in her tones
	How the heart of this young girl is breaking
	Though he lived for his love it's for his country he died
	They were all that to life had entwined him
	The tears of his country may never be dried
	Nor long will his love stay behind him
	So make her a grave where the sun goes to rest
	And think on a glorious tomorrow
	May it shine on her sleep like a smile from the
	West From her own lovely
	Island of
	Sorrows

	zuò cí : Moore, OBeirne, Stewart
	She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps
	While around her sweet lovers are sighing
	But coldly she turns from their wooings and weeps
	For her heart with his cold grave is lying
	She sings the wild songs of her own native home
	Every note which he so loved awaking
	Ah but little they think who delight in her tones
	How the heart of this young girl is breaking
	Though he lived for his love it' s for his country he died
	They were all that to life had entwined him
	The tears of his country may never be dried
	Nor long will his love stay behind him
	So make her a grave where the sun goes to rest
	And think on a glorious tomorrow
	May it shine on her sleep like a smile from the
	West From her own lovely
	Island of
	Sorrows