Corsica, oh my Corsica

Corsica of a thousand charms

Corsica of whose fragrance

I can distinguish from France.

I delight in your coat of arms

with an image the replica

of an emancipated man.

You were my childhood paradise,

in your gardens I played and ran,

your shores inspired delightful tales

of a land fortified by whales.

Oh Corsica my Corsica,

I long to inhabit your shores

to flee Hudson's punitive laws.

There never was a land so dear

as this idyllic island rare.

France did value thee at a price

and Genoa prospered from thy sale.

Corsica, oh my Corsica!

Shall I ever see thee again?

or will my longing be in vain?

Oh how I love thee Corsica!

heal my protracted home sickness

like a tender loving mistress.