Wake, nestling of a parent's love!
Let Moran see thine eyes.
Shule, Shule, &c.
I am no stranger, proud and gay,
To win thee from thy home away,
And find thee, for a distant day,
A theme for wasting signs.
Shule, Shule, &c.
But we were known from infancy,
Thy father's hearth was home to me,