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 there at all
It flies far away, by night and by day
To the times and the joys that are gone
But I never can forget the sweet maiden I met
In the valley of Slievenamon

It was not the grace of her queenly air
Nor the cheeks of the roses glow
Her soft dark eyes or her curly hair
Nor was it her lily white brow
Twas the soul of truth and of melting ruth
And a smile like the summer's day
That stole my heart away on that bright summers day
In the valley of sweet Slievenamon

In the festive ball and the wave-washed shore
My restless spirit cries
My land, oh my land, shall I never see you more
My country will you never uprise
By night and by day I will ever, ever pray
As darkly my life it rolls on
To see our flag unrolled and my true love unfold
In the valley near Slievenamon