Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Slievenamon Charles Kickham 
Alone, all alone, by the wave-washed strand All alone in the crowded hall The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand But my heart is not there at all, It flies far away, by night and by day To the times and the joys that are gone But I never can forget the sweet maiden I met In the valley of Slievenamon. 
It was not the grace of her queenly air Nor the cheeks of the roses glow Her soft dark eyes or her curly hair, Nor was it her lily white brow. `Twas the soul of truth and of melting ruth, And a smile like the summer´s day. That stole my heart away on that bright summer´s day In the valley of sweet Slievenamon. 
In the festive ball and the wave-washed shore My restless spirit cries `My land, oh my land, shall I never see you more, My country will you never uprise. By night and by day I will ever, ever pray, As darkly my life it rolls on, To see our flag unrolled and my true love unfold In the valley near Slievenamon.