Oh, a wan cloud was drawn o'er the dim weeping dawn
                           As to Shannon's side I return'd at last
                           And the heart in my breast for the girl I lov'd best
                           Was beating, ah, beating, loud and fast!
                           While the doubts and the fears of the long aching years
                           Seem'd mingling their voices with the moaning flood
                           Till full in my path, like a wild water wrath
                           My true love's shadow lamenting stood.
 
 

                           But the sudden sun kiss'd the cold, cruel mist
                           Into dancing show'rs of diamond dew
                          And the dark flowing stream laugh'd back to his beam
                          And the lark soared aloft in the blue
                          While no phantom of night but a form of delight
                          Ran with arms outspread to her darling boy
                          And the girl I love best on my wild throbbing breast
                          Hid her thousand treasures with cry of joy.
 

                          And the girl I love best on my wild throbbing breast
                                     Hid her thousand treasures with cry of joy.