SlievenamonAll alone in the crowded hall; The hall it is gay, and the waves they are grand, But my heart is not there at all! It flies far away, by night and by day, To the times and the joys that are gone! And I never can forget the sweet maiden I met, In the valley near Slievenamon. It was not the grace of her queenly air, Nor her cheek like the rose's 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 her smile like the summer's dawn That stole my heart away, one soft summer day, In the valley near Slievenamon. Instrumental Verse In the festive hall by the star-watch'd shore, Ever my restless spirit cries; "My love, oh, my love, shall I ne'er see you more? Oh, my land, will you never uprise?" By night and by day I 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. |