Our Willie, dear, is dying, love, 
And thou art far away; 
His little breath is sighing, love, 
And cannot last till day. 

Tonight while sitting by his side 
I heard him speak of thee 
My father's coming home, he said, with presents bright for me; 
My father's coming home, he said, with presents bright for me. 

Come with an eagle's flight, 
Come like a beam of light, 
Come love, come home tonight; 
Our Willie dear is dying. 

His blooming cheeks have faded, love, 
The light has left his brow; 
His eyes are dim'd and shaded, love, 
You would not know him now. 

And when the fever rages, 
With a sad and restless moan, 
His feeble voice then warns us there is death within that tone; 
His feeble voice then warns us there is death within that tone. 

Come with an eagle's flight, 
Come like a beam of light, 
Come love, come home tonight; 
Our Willie dear is dying. 

No grief that e'er befell me, love, 
Could cause this heart such pain; 
Though neighbours kindly tell me, Love, 
He may get well again. 

But a mother's heart is watchful 
All the life has left his eyes; 
Oh come to night and weep with me before our darling dies 
Oh come tonight and weep with me before our darling dies. 

Come with an eagle's flight, 
Come like a beam of light, 
Come love, come home tonight; 
Our Willie dear is dying.