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
