O the time is long, Mavourneen,
Till I come again, O Mavourneen;
An' the months are slow to pass, Mavourneen,
Till I hold thee in my arms, O Mavourneen!
Shall I see thing eyes, Mavourneen,
Like the hazel buds, O Mavourneen;
Shall I touch thy dusky hair, Mavourneen,
Whit it's shim'rin glint o' gold, O Mavourneen!
O my love for thee, Mavourneen,
Is a bitter pain, O Mavourneen;
Keep thy heart aye true to me, Mavourneen, 
I should die but for thy love,  O Mavourneen!