| Alone all alone by the wave-washed strand
|
| And alone in a crowded hall
|
| The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand
|
| But but my heart is not here at all
|
| It lies far away by night and by day
|
| To the times and the joys that are gone
|
| But I never will forget the sweet maiden I met
|
| In the valley near Slievenamon
|
| Oh it was not the grace of her queenly air
|
| Nor her cheeks of roses glow
|
| Nor her soft black eyes nor her flowing hair
|
| Nor was it her lily white brow
|
| 'Twas the soul of truth and of melting ruth
|
| And the smile like a summer’s dawn
|
| That stole my heart away one soft summer’s day
|
| In the valley near Slievenamon
|
| In the festive hall by the star watched shore Oh ever my restless spirit cries
|
| My love oh my love will 1 ne’er see you more
|
| And my land will you never uprise
|
| By night and by day 1 ever ever pray
|
| While lonely my life flows on
|
| To see our flag unrolled
|
| And my true love to enfold
|
| In the valley near Slievenamon |