His hair was black, his eye was blue,
His arm was stout, his word was true;
I wish in my heart I was with you.
Go-thee-thu, mavourneen slaun! *
Shule, shule, shule agra! **
Only death can ease my woe,
Since the lad of my heart from me did go,
Go-thee-thu, mavourneen slaun!
'Tis oft I sat on my true love's knee,