Ah! Sheelah, Thou'rt My Darling |
Robert Tannahill
Ah! Sheelah, thou'rt my darling, The golden image of my heart; How cheerless seems this morning,-- It brings the hour when we must part; Though doom'd to cross the ocean, And face the proud insulting foe, Thou hast my soul's devotion, My heart is thine where'er I go; Ah! Sheelah, thou'rt my darling, My heart is thine where'er I go.
2. When toss'd upon the billow, | 3. Think on our days of pleasure, While wand'ring by the Shannon side, When summer days gave leisure To stray amidst their flow'ry pride: And a while thy faithful lover Is far upon the stormy main, Think, when the wars are over, These golden days shall come again; Ah! Sheelah, thou'rt my darling, These golden days shall come again.
4. Farewell, ye lofty mountains, |