Next week you’ll be Mistress Malone.

Mavourneen, mavourneen,

You’ll be my own Mistress Malone.

Within a mile of Edinboro’ Town.

Copied by permission of Firth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., publishers of the music.

’Twas within a mile of Edinboro’ town,

In the rosy time of the year,

Sweet flowers bloom’d and the grass was down,

And each shepherd woo’d his dear;