The black wings av night are a-dhroopin’ an’ trailin’;
The wind’s miserere
Sounds lonesome an’ dreary;
The katydid’s dumb an’ the nightingale’s weary.
Troth, Nora! I’m wadin’
The grass an’ paradin’
The dews at your dure, wid my swate serenadin’,
Alone and forsaken,
Whilst you’re never wakin’
To tell me you’re wid me an’ I am mistaken!