When the summer day is over And the busy cares have flown, Then I sit beneath the starlight With a weary heart. alone, And there rises like a vision, Sparkling bright in nature's glee, My own dear Ellan Vannin With its green hills by the sea.

Then I hear the wavelets murmur As they kiss the fairy shore, Then beneath the em'rald waters Sings the mermaid as of yore, And the fair Isle shines with beauty As in youth it dawned on me, My own dear Ellan Vannin With its green hills by the sea.

Then mem'ries sweet and tender Come like music's plaintive flow, Of someone in Ellan Vannin That lov'd me long ago, So I give with tears and blessings, And my fondest thoughts to thee, My own dear Ellan Vannin With its green hills by the sea.

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