American Old Time Song Lyrics: 18 The Maid Of Erin
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 18
THE MAID OF ERIN.
My thoughts delight to wander
Upon a distant shore,
Where lovely, fair and tender,
Is she whom I adore;
May heaven 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 power;
That wealth and power sharing,
My peerless queen should be,
The lovely maid of Erin,
Who sweetly sang to me.
Although 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,
That lovely maid of Erin,
That 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 heaven shall see
The lovely maid of Erin,
That sweetly sang to me.