Eileen Mcmahon

Last 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 never 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 young lady

And asked her the cause of her woe

She said I'm only an exile from Erin

The land where the green shamrock grows

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 to play

Far away from each mountain and valley

From Punch Bowl to top of Dunloe

All around by the shores of sweet Muckross

And that beautiful spot Aghadoe

My name is Eileen McMahon

My age is scarcely eighteen

And I thank you, kind sir, for your kindness

For you don't know how lonely I've been

It was then I awoke from my slumber

To look for my Eileen to see

It was only the face of my mother

With a fond smile, she gazing upon me

The ship on the ocean had vanished

But infancy I see her once more

My beautiful Eileen McMahon

The pride of old Erin's green shore