The hour we parted,
When broken-hearted
You clung around me,
Maureen, aroo.
I swore I'd treasure,
Thro' pain and pleasure,
Thro' health and sickness,
My love for you.

And still that jewel,
Thro' changes cruel
Of fickle Fortune
I'll jealous guard;
Still leTher vary,
The jade contràry,
If but my Mary
Be my reward.

Yes! scorn and anger,
Distress and languor,
They're welcome willing,
The long day thro',
Could I feel certain
That ev'ning's curtain
But clos'd us nearer,
Maureen, aroo!

The dreamy shadows
Along the meadows
Go softly stealing,
And falls the dew;
And o'er the billows,
Like faithful swallows,
All, all my thoughts, dear,
Fly home to you.

With 'touches silken,
I see you milkin'
The crossest Kerry
In Adragole;
And like a fairy,
You're singing, Mary,
Till every keeler
Is foaming full.

The night is falling,
And you are calling
The cattle homeward,
With coaxing tone;
In God's own keeping,
Awake or sleeping,
'Tis now I leave you,
Maureen, mavrone!