Exhibition Universal 2: Home

Lyrics

Óró sé do Beatha Bhaile

‘Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar,

Do b’ é ár gcreach thú bheith i ngéibheann,

Do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach,

Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh.

Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile,

Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile,

Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile

Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.

Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile,

Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda,

Gaeil iad féin is ní Frainc ná Spáinnigh,

Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh.

Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile, (x3)

Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.

A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceam,

Mura mbeam beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain,

Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch,

Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh.

Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile, (x3)

Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh.

Wherever I Lay My Hat That’s My Home 

By the look in your eye I can tell you’re gonna cry

Is it over me?

If it is, save your tears

For I’m not worth it, you see

For I’m the type of boy who is always on the roam

Wherever I lay my hat that’s my home

I’m telling you that’s my home

You had romance, did you break it by chance

Over me?

If it’s so I’d like for you to know

That I’m not worth it, you see

For I’m the type of boy who is always on the roam, mm

Wherever I lay my hat that’s my home

Mm, that’s my home

Oh, you keep telling me, you keep telling me I’m your man

What do I have to do to make you understand?

For I’m the type of guy who gives girl the eye

Everybody knows.

But I love them and I leave them

Break their hearts and deceive them everywhere I go

Don’t you know that I’m the…

Going Home

Goin’ home, goin’ home, I’m a goin’ home;

Quiet-like, some still day, I’m jes’ goin’ home.

It’s not far, jes’ close by,

Through an open door;

Work all done, care laid by,

Goin’ to fear no more.

Mother’s there ‘spectin’ me,

Father’s waitin’ too;

Lots o’ folk gather’d there,

All the friends I knew,

All the friends I knew.

Home, I’m goin’ home!

Nothin lost, all’s gain,

No more fret nor pain,

No more stumblin’ on the way,

No more longin’ for the day,

Goin’ to roam no more!

Mornin’ star lights the way,

Res’less dream all done;

Shadows gone, break o’ day,

Real life jes’ begun.

There’s no break, there’s no end,

Jes’ a livin’ on;

Wide awake, with a smile

Goin’ on and on.

Goin’ home, goin’ home, I’m jes’ goin’ home,

goin’ home, goin’ home, goin’ home!

The Old House

Lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood

They call back to memory those happy days of yore

Gone are the old folk the house stands deserted

No light in the window no welcome at the door

Here’s where the children played games on the heather

Here’s where they sailed their wee boats on the burn

Where are they now? Some are dead some have wandered

No more to their home shall those children return

Lonely’s the house now and lonely the moorland

The children are scattered the old folk are gone

Why stand I here like a ghost and a shadow?

‘Tis time I was movin’ ’tis time I passed on

Home on the Range

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam

Where the deer and the antelope play

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day

Home, home on the range

Where the deer and the antelope play

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day

The red man was pressed from this part of the west

It’s not likely he’ll ever return

To the banks of Red River where seldom if ever

His flickering campfires still burn

Home, home on the range

Where the deer and the antelope play

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day

How often at night when the heavens…