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One night as I lay on my pillow A vision appeared in my view Of a ship sailing over the ocean And The wind it tremendously blew On the deck stood a handsome young lady Whose features I'd ne'er seen before And she sighed for the wrongs of her country Saying "I'm banished from Erin's green shore" In thought I approached this fair lady And asked her the cause of her sigh Saying "Cheer up my handsome young lady And I'll be your slave tilt I die" She looked at me in meditation As the tears from her blue eyes did flow Saying "I'm a poor exile from Erin The land where the sweet shamrock grow My name is Eileen McMahon My age it is scarcely eighteen And I thank you, good sir, for your kindness For you don't know how lonely I've been For the want of employment in Ireland I was forced as an exile to stray Far away from my home in Killarney Where in childhood I longed for to play Far away from each mountain and valley From Punch Bowl to Gap of Dunloe All around by the shores of sweet Muckross And that beautiful spot Aghadoe" It was then I awoke from my slumber To look for my Eileen machree It was only the face of my mother With a fond smile stood gazing at me The ship on the ocean had vanished But in fancy I see her once more My beautiful Eileen McMahon The pride of old Erin's green shore |