HAME O’ MINE

There’s a spot in County Antrim
Near to the river Maine,
Where stands a homely dwelling,
Sure it’s this I call my hame

It’s the place where I was born,
And now I’m twenty-three,
And there’s not in dear old Ireland
Half so sweet a spot to me.

It isn’t too commodious,
But I like it all the same,
And my heart with joy’s abounding
When I’m turning up the lane.

And though to other parts I roam,
And distant lands I see,
It will always bring me comfort
Just to think dear home of thee.

A. A. 1926