Moore’s song We May Roam thro’ this World (Daughters of Erin) has been neglected in recent years and the tune is now best known through its association with the US Army.
However, it remains to be rediscovered by a new generation, as interest continues to grow in the wonderful collection of songs Moore left behind in his Irish Melodies.
Lyrics and Chords
We may [Am7]roam thro’ this world, like a [C]child at a feast,
Who but [Am7]sips of a sweet, and then [C]flies to the rest;
And, when [Am7]pleasure begins to grow [C]dull in the east,
We may order our wings and be [G]off to the west;
But if [C]hearts that feel, and eyes that smile,
Are the [Dm]dearest gifts that heaven supplies,
We [C]never need leave our [F]own green isle,
For [C]sensitive hearts, and for [F]sun-bright [G]eyes.
Then re[C]member, wherever your goblet is crowned,
Thro’ this world, whether eastward or [G7]westward you roam,
When a [C]cup to the smile of dear woman goes round,
Oh! remember the smile which [Dm]adorns her at [G]home. [C]
In England, the garden of Beauty is kept
By a dragon of prudery placed within call;
But so oft this unamiable dragon has slept,
That the garden’s but carelessly watched after all.
Oh! they want the wild sweet-briery fence,
Which round the flowers of Erin dwells;
Which warns the touch, while winning the sense,
Nor charms us least when it most repels.
In France, when the heart of a woman sets sail,
On the ocean of wedlock its fortune to try,
Love seldom goes far in a vessel so frail,
But just pilots her off, and then bids her good-by.
While the daughters of Erin keep the boy,
Ever smiling beside his faithful oar,
Thro’ billows of woe, and beams of joy,
The same as he looked when he left the shore.