My Island home! my Island home!
The lone, the loved, the fair, the free;
Pale emerald set in pearly foam,
One Island heart beats high for thee;
Amid the whirlwinds and the storms,
Whate'er my fate, where'er I roam,
The thought of thee my bosom warms,
My Island home! my Island home!
My Island home! this bounding breast
Swells with the patriot's truest glow;
Oh! if there be one tranquil rest,
One home of refuge here below,
Thou art that rest, thou lonely star!
For thee the wanderers cease to roam;
To thee the warriors turn from far,
My Island home! my Island home!

Oh, Mona! daughter of the flood!
Oh, Mona, Mona! graih ma chree!
The faithful heart — the pure — the good,
The brave — the wise — beat high for thee!
Genius of Mona! hear thy child,
In thy fair temple's glorious dome,
Breathing her spirit to thy wild,
Sweet Island home! sweet Island home!