We built a home

On famine part way, beneath the hill
Where my love, sleeps there still
Her restless shadow, wanders at night
Where the banshee, cried her fill

We built a home, of clay and stone
On a patch of ground, the landlord owned
Near Oranmore, where I was born
I'd lay my head with my Irish girl

And the pale moon, it rose on high
To feed, to feed the darkened skies
To bear witness, to heaven's eyes
Cold cold genocidе

A little we had, so much to lose
No timе for prayer, nor what we choose
The blight had taken, many lives
It would kill us all, man, woman and child

And the pale moon, it rose on high
To feed, to feed the darkened skies
To bear witness, to heaven's eyes
Cold cold genocide

Millions died, thousands fled
On famine ships, we cried farewell
To an Eireann, we'd see no more
As her flesh, fell from her bones

And the pale moon, it rose on high
To feed, to feed the darkened skies
To bear witness, to heaven's eyes
Cold cold genocide