| lyric | 1. Alone, all alone, by the wavewash'd strand
all alone in a crowded hall.
Tha hall it is gay and the waves they are grand
but my heart is not here at all.
It flies faraway, by night and by day,
to the time and the joys that are gone,
And I never can forget the sweet maiden I met,
In the valley near Slievnamon.
2. It was not the grace of her-queenly air,
Nor her cheek of 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 the smile of summer’s dawn,
That stole my heart away, one mild summer day,
In the valley near Slievenamon.
3. In the festive hall, by the star-watched shore,
My restless spirit cries:
‘My love, oh my love, shall I ne’er see you more.
And my land will you e’er uprise.
By night and by day Iever, ever pray,
While lonely my life flows on.
To our flag unrolled and my true love to enfold,
In the valley near Slievenamon. |