Twas on a bright morning in summer,
As the skylarks sang loudly on high,
And the sun it shone down most delightful,
On all that reigns under the sky.

Twas down by the woodlands I wandered,
Down mossy green slopes I did slide,
Twas there I beheld a fair damsel,
All alone by the sweet Smirla Side.

Oh, my eyes, they grew dim in a moment,
As towards this fair maid I did go,
Saying, "Tell me the cause of your troubles,
I am anxiously longing to know."

Oh, she said, "I once courted a young man,
But the ocean do now us divide,
Oh, which leaves me to wander in sorrow,
On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side."

"Oh, he was a handsome young fellow,
So hearty, so light and so free,
And now, when I think of my darling,
More sorrow advances on me."

"Oh, the fountains of nature are floating,
And my heart it is sorrly annoyed,
And my mind it is constantly aching,
On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side."

"Oh, that some fairy gale may enchant him,
And roll him again o'er the tide,
Home, back again to his Eileen,
On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side.".