Ahh

Over the dim blue hills

Strays a wild river

Over the dim blue hills

Rests my heart ever

Dearer and brighter than

Jewels and pearl

Dwells she in beauty there

Maire my girl

Dwells she in beauty there

Maire my girl

Twas on an April eve

That I first met her

Many an eve shall pass

Ere I forget her

Since my young heart has been

Wrapped in a whirl

Thinking and dreaming of

Maire my girl

Thinking and dreaming of

Maire my girl

Ahh

She is too kind and fond

Ever to grieve me

She has too pure a heart

Ever to deceive me

Was I Tyrconnell's chief

Or Desmond's earl

Life would be dark without

Maire my girl

Maire my girl

My girl