My dear old home by the Morning Star, my thoughts return to thee,
Although I am in a distant land, across the Irish Sea.
I would love to stand once more, upon Rathcannons lofty view,
Down below my childhood home, and scenes that I once knew.

To stroll once more through Tullerboy, past hedges neat and green,
The corcoss plain to see again, down by the old boreen.
To meet once more the childhood friends, from Drumbeg and Boherard,
And talk of happy hours we spent, down by the Morning Star.

Neath Castlelvors lofty groves, I would love to stand once more,
To gaze across the Clogher plain, with Maidstone down below.
On Drornin Hill I see it still, the Church and Graveyard,
To hear the sounds of hunting hounds, on the slopes of Old Knocktoo.

To ramble down by old Clonbrien, and Dromacommer too,
To chase a fox right through Glenma, just like we used to do.
To stand awhile by the castle ruin, where Orrnsby once held power,
To lean upon the village bridge, to talk of childhood hours.

Sometime I hope to return again, to dear old Erin's shore,
To say goodbye to London town, when my rambling times are o'er.
My friends will meet me at the cross, we will share a friendly jar,
To end my days in my native place, down by the Morning Star.