Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
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 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 of Slievenamon
It was not the grace of her queenly aire
Nor her cheek of the rose’s glow
Nor her soft black eyes, not her flowing hair
Nor was it her lily white brow
Twas the soul of truth, and of melting ruth
And the smile like a summer dawn
That sold my heart away on a soft summer day
In the valley of Slievenamon
In the festival hall, by the star-washed shore
Ever my restless spirit cries
“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 unfurled and my true love to enfold
In the valley of Slievenamon