'_Where am I from?_' From the green hills of Erin.
'_Have I no song then?_' My songs are all sung.
'_What o' my love?_' 'Tis alone I am farin'.
Old grows my heart, an' my voice yet is young.
'_If she was tall?_' Like a king's own daughter.
'_If she was fair?_' Like a mornin' o' May.
When she'd come laughin' 'twas the runnin' wather,
When she'd come blushin' 'twas the break o' day.
'_Where did she dwell?_' Where one'st I had my dwellin'.
'_Who loved her best?_' There's no one now will know.
'_Where is she gone?_' Och, why would I be tellin'!
Where she is gone there I can never go.