Alone, all alone by a wave washed strand,
And alone in a crowded hall,
The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand,
But my heart is not here at all,
It flies far away by night and by day,
To a time and the joys that are gone,
And I never shall forget the sweet maiden I met,
In the valley near Slievenamon.

In the festive hall by a star watched shore,
Ever my restless spirit cry,
My love, oh, my love, shall I ne'er see you more?
And 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.