Gortnamona

Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona,

I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree;

But oh! it was my heart that was ringing ringing ringing

With the joy that you were bringing, oh! my love, to me.

Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona,

I thought the wind was sighing in the blackthorn tree;

But oh! it was the banshee that was crying crying crying

And I knew my love was dying far away from me.

Now if you go through the woods of Gortnamona

You hear the raindrops creeping through the blackthorn tree;

But oh! it is the tears that I am weeping weeping weeping

For the loved one that is sleeping far away from me.