THE PRIDE OF MAYO.
I am thinking to-night of my own little darling,
And I know that she is also a thinking of me;
Oh, won't I he happy when on the sea sailing
Hack to that Emerald Isle of the sea;
To that little thatched cabin, the home of my boyhood,
I wished it was morn, for I long for to go,
To see my old father and loving old mother,
And my own little Mary, the pride of Mayo.
I know that she is patiently awaiting my coming,
I think of my darling wherever I go;
Oh, won't I be happy when on the sea sailing.
To my own little Mary, the pride of Mayo.
I will never forget the day that we parted,
I tried to be cheerful, but it was a hard thing;
When my own little darling says, " Fare thee well, Barney,"
And placed on my finger this little gold ring.
The ship was made ready and soon would be starting,
I bid her good-bye, for I had to go;
As I kissed her and parted I felt so downhearted,
At leaving my Mary, the pride of Mayo.-Chorus.