Alone, all alone by the 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 the times and the joys that are gone,
But I never will forget the sweet maiden I met,
In the valley near Slievenamon.

Oh, it was not the grace of her queenly air,
Nor her cheeks of the roses' glow,
Nor her soft black eyes nor her flowing hair,
Nor was it her lily white brow,
Was the soul of truth and of melting ruth,
And the smile like a summer's dawn,
That stole my heart away one soft summer's day,
In the valley near Slievenamon.

In the festive hall by the star watched shore,
Oh, ever my restless spirit lies,
My love, oh, my love, will 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,
In the valley near Slievenamon.