Verse
D A
The stars are shining cheerily, cheerily
F#m A E A
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
D A
The seabird is crying wearily, wearily
F#m A E A
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
Verse
D E A
Cold are the storm winds that ruffle his breast
E D A E
Yet warm are the downy plumes lining his nest
D A Bm
Cold blows the storm there, soft falls the snow there
F#m A E A D E
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
Verse
D A
The waves are driving wearily, wearily
F#m A E A
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
D A
The seabird is crying wearily, wearily
F#m A E A
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
Verse
D E A
Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea
E D A E
Thy home on the rock is a shelter to thee
D A Bm
Thy home is the angry wave, mine but the lonely grave
F#m A E A
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me
Verse
D E A
Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea
E D A E
Thy home on the rock is a shelter to thee
D A Bm
Thy home is the angry wave, mine but the lonely grave
F#m A E A
Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me