Chorus (after each verse): Bathe me in the water of the Lagan, of the Boyne Of the Liffey, of the Slaney, of the Barrow, Nore and Suir Of the Blackwater, the Bann, the Lee, the Shannon, Foyle and Erne Bathe me in the water
Oh bless the water that flows from the fields Into the sea that surrounds our little island of green Oh bless the water that flows from these stone walls Into an ocean we have never seen
Hope is a dress that my mother once wore A fiddle tune I heard that has no words Hope is the one thing we have never lost Though we are tired, tired from the old work
Same anger in our hearts, same desolation and loss Why are we divided? Bind us in friendship, so rage will never rise again In fair Éire between friends
