Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well. James Connolly. | Irish Ballads

My Heart Is in Ireland In the East End of London, I met an old man He kept a bar called the Horses and Tram "My parents were Irish They loved that dear land" the cockney He smiled and he shook my old hand "My heart is in Ireland it's There I long to be Her hills and her valleys are calling to me Though born here in this land My heart is in Ireland The land of the old folk is calling to me" Near a coal mine in Wales, by a roadside café A young girl came smiling and to me did say "Well, my folks a