A BABY was sleeping;
Its mother was weeping;
For her husband was far on the wild raging sea;
And the tempest was swelling
I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all the fairy dells,
And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how I'll weave my spells!
Faintly glitters the last red ray,
Tinting the flickering leaves that play
On the swaying boughs of the old gray trees,
A mother came when stars were paling,
Wailing round a lonely spring,
Thus she cried, while tears were falling
Calling on the Fairy King:
Oh! did you ne'er hear of 'the Blarney,'
That's found near the banks of Killarney?
Believe it from me,
No girl's heart is free,
Tempt me not, stranger, with gold from the mine,
I have got treasure more precious than thine;
Freedom in forest, and health in the chase,
Now let me alone, though I know you won't,
Impudent Barney O'Hea !
It makes me outrageous
When you're so contagious,
Widow Machree, it's no wonder you frown,
Och hone ! Widow Machree,
Faith, it ruins your looks, that same dirty black gown,
Julia was lovely and winning-
And Julia had lovers in plenty,
They outnumber'd her years