Oh! for the sound of your voice

of your laughter.

Oh! for one moment

of your winsome charms.

These are the things

That I long for in exile

Your long loving kiss

And your comforting arms

There are colleens a-plenty

Adorning this city

With voices and figures

Just simply divine!

But none reach the standard

Of ethereal beauty

That you have my darling

Because you are mine!