| I dreamt all last night
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| Oh bad 'cess to my dreaming
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| I’d die if I thought t’would come surely to pass
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| I dreamt while the tears down my pillow were rolling
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| That Teddy was courting another fair lass.
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| And didn’t a wake with a weeping and a wailing
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| The pain in my heart was too deep to conceal
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| My mother cried «Nora dear, what is your ailing?»
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| But all I could answer was Teddy O’Neill.
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| I see the old cabin beyond the wee boreen
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| I see the old crossroads where we used to dance
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| I ramble the lane where he called me his stoirin
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| And my girlish heart was so full of romance.
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| But now all is so dark and so dreary
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| All dark and all silent, no piper, no reel
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| Not even the sun through the casement shines cheery
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| Since I lost my darling love, Teddy O’Neill.
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| I remember the day when the big ship was sailing
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| And the time it had come for my love to depart
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| How I cried like a child; |
| oh goodbye to you Teddy
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| With a tear on my cheek and a stone in my heart.
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| He said t’was to better his fate' he went roaming
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| But what would be gold to the joy I would find
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| If he’d only come back to me tender and loving,
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| Yet poor but my own darling Teddy O’Neill |