Slievenamon - Charles Kickham
Alone, all alone, by the wave-washed strand
All alone in the crowded hall,
The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand
But my heart it is not there at all,
It flies far away, by night and by day
To that dear land across the foam
And I never can forget the sweet maid that I met
In the valley of Slievenamon.
In the festive hall by the wave-washed shore
Or wherever my wild spirit cries -
"My love, oh my love, shall I ne'er see you more,
My land will you never uprise."
By night and by day I will ever pray,
As lonely my life rolls on,
To see our flag unrolled and my true love to enfold
In the valley near sweet Slievenamon.