Banks of the Sweet Smirla Side - The Wolfe Tones

'Twas on a bright morning in summer

As the skylarks sang loudly on high

And the Sun it shone down most delightful

On all that reigns under the sky

'Twas down by the woodlands I wandered

Down mossy green slipes I did slide

'Twas there I beheld a fair damsel

All alone by the sweet Smirla Side

Oh, my eyes, they grew dim in a moment

As t’wards this fair maid I did go

Saying «tell me the cause of your troubles

I am anxiously longing to know»

Oh, she said «I once courted a young man

But the ocean do now us divide

Which leaves me to wander in sorrow

On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side»

«Oh, he was a handsome young fellow

So hearty, so light and so free

And now, when I think of my darling

More sorrow advances on me»

«Oh, the fountains of nature are floating

And my heart it is sorry annoyed

And my mind it is constantly aching

On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side»

Oh, that song fairy gale may enchant him

And roll him again o’er the tide

Home, back again to his Eileen

On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side