Lyrics: First verse When the nightingale's singing its sweet melodies, And the scent of the flowers perfumes the night breeze, Then I dream of my old home far over the sea, By the Lake of Killarney, Where I long to be. And I see you, it seems, waiting there on the shore, Where together we stray'd in the sweet days of yore, I am thinking, tonight, of my Colleen so true: When I dream of Old Erin, I'm dreaming of you. Refrain When I dream of old Erin I'm dreaming of you, With your sweet, roguish smile and your true eyes of blue; For my love, like the Shamrock, each day stronger grew; When I dream of Old Erin, I'm dreaming of you. Second verse I can see the old cottage, just o'er the hill there; ‘Tis those fond recollections bring happiness rare. Sure the lassie I love with a heart that is true, She is waiting for someone, While someone waits too. And my love's growing stronger each day, more and more, ‘Tis the same old love story that's told o'er and o'er, So, Acushla my Colleen, it seems that you knew, When I dream of Old Erin, I’m dreaming of you.
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The derogatory terms, images, and ideas that appear in some of this sheet music are not condoned by the University of Mississippi. They do represent the attitudes of a number of Americans at the times the songs were published. As such, it is hoped that the sheet music in this collection can aid students of music, history, and other disciplines to better understand popular American music and racial stereotypes from the 19th- and early 20th-centuries. Read the introduction for further information to use when contextualizing this item: http://188.8.131.52/cdm4/intro_harris.php