Please Restore My Baby Boy 
A mother came when stars were paling Wailing around the fairy spring Thus her tears were softly falling Calling on the fairy king 
Why would spoil a mother's treasure? Courting him with a fairy joy Why would spoil a mother's pleasure? Please restore my baby boy. 
O'er the mountains, through the wild woods Where in childhood he loved to play Where the flowers are freshly springing There I wander day by day. 
There I wander, growing fonder Of the child that made my joy And the echoes while recalling Please restore my baby boy. 
But in vain my plaintive calling Tears are falling all in vain He now sports with fairy treasure He's the pleasure of their train. 
So fare thee well, my child, forever In this world I've lost my joy In the next we ne'er shall sever There I'll find my baby boy.  

Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk