Banks of the Ban/The Maid of Erin

The Maid of Erin.

My thoughts delight to wander
upon a distant shore,
Where, lovely, fair, and tender,
is she whom I adore;
May Heav’n, its blessings sparing,
on her bestow them free,
The lovely Maid of Erin,
who sweetly sang to me.

Had fortune fix’d my station,
in some propitious hour,
The monarch of a nation,
endow’d with wealth and dow’r;
That wealth and power sharing,
my peerless queen should be
The lovely Maid of Erin,
who sweetly sang to me.

Altho’ the restless ocean
may long between us roar,
Yet while my heart has motion,
she’ll lodge within its core;
For artless and endearing,
and mild and young is she,
The lovely Maid of Erin,
who sweetly sang to me.
When Fate gives intimation,
that my last hour is nigh.
With placid resignation
I’ll lay me down and die;
Fond hope my bosom cheering,
that I in heav’n shall see
The lovely Maid of Erin,
who sweetly snng to me.