Hail to the land where the free shall be born to us!
But alas for the friends that we leave far away!
And alas for the tears when there breaks another day!
Alas for the wo that shall bow the hoary heads!
And alas for the home where another step treads!
Alas for the murmuring hill-side rills!
And alas for the shadow on the ever-green hills!
Alas for the weeping of the purple-crowned vine!
And alas for the glory of the golden-rimmed wine!
Farewell to the land where our forefather’s sleep!