[From A Book of Manx Songs (for WW1 troops),1914]

MONA MA CHREE!

O MONA ma Chree!
We are far, far away,
And between us a wide brimming sea;
But the roar of the wind is like music to-day,
For it minds us of Mona, of Mona ma Chree;
O Mona! dear Mona! dear Mona ma Chree!

O Mona ma Chree! We are long, long from home,
And longer our exile must be;
But a wreath of blue smoke, and a curl of salt foam,
Brings us back to our Mona ma Chree;
O Mona! dear Mona! dear Mona ma Chree!

O Mona ma Chree! When darkened the dale
With the storms rushing in from the sea,
The gorse blazing golden o'er mountain and dale
Made a sunshine in Mona ma Chree;
Mona! dear Mona! dear Mona ma Chree!

O Mona ma Chree! Though poor, poor and bare
The fisherman's tholtan might be,
There was gold on the cushag and balm in the air
Of our loved little Mona ma Chree;
O Mona! dear Mona! dear Mona ma Chree!

Dear Mona ma Chree! Wherever we bide
Will our fond hearts be turning to thee;
And the roar of the wind and the roll of the tide
Will remind us of Mona ma Chree;
O Mona! dear Mona! dear Mona ma Chree!