Oh, why was I left and he taken instead,
Mochuma, Mochuma! my heart and my head?
Cold, cold, dark and speechless he lies on his bed;
Cold, cold, dark and silent the night dew is shed,
But hot, fierce and swift fall the tears for my dead.
Oh, why was I left and he taken instead?

Oh, why was I left and he taken away,
My bright headed Donal, my pride and my stay?
His manly cheek reddened with the sun's rising ray,
But a cloud of black darkness has hid him away,
My hope and my comfort, my joy and my stay.
'Neath that black cloud of sorrow my lost one he lies,
And the heart in my bosom to think of it dies,
That day after day the dear sun will arise
To comfort our hearts from his home in the skies,
But never, ah! never I'll see you arise,
Lost warmth of my bosom, lost light of my eyes!