| 'Twas on a bright morning in summer | 
| As the skylarks sang loudly on high | 
| And the Sun it shone down most delightful | 
| On all that reigns under the sky | 
| 'Twas down by the woodlands I wandered | 
| Down mossy green slipes I did slide | 
| 'Twas there I beheld a fair damsel | 
| All alone by the sweet Smirla Side | 
| Oh, my eyes, they grew dim in a moment | 
| As t’wards this fair maid I did go | 
| Saying «tell me the cause of your troubles | 
| I am anxiously longing to know» | 
| Oh, she said «I once courted a young man | 
| But the ocean do now us divide | 
| Which leaves me to wander in sorrow | 
| On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side» | 
| «Oh, he was a handsome young fellow | 
| So hearty, so light and so free | 
| And now, when I think of my darling | 
| More sorrow advances on me» | 
| «Oh, the fountains of nature are floating | 
| And my heart it is sorry annoyed | 
| And my mind it is constantly aching | 
| On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side» | 
| Oh, that song fairy gale may enchant him | 
| And roll him again o’er the tide | 
| Home, back again to his Eileen | 
| On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side |