The Wolfe Tones — Banks of the Sweet Smirla Side

'Twas on a bright morning in summer As the skylarks sang loudly on high And the Sun it shone down most delightful On all that reigns under the sky 'Twas down by the woodlands I wandered Down mossy green slipes I did slide 'Twas there I beheld a fair damsel All alone by the sweet Smirla Side Oh, my eyes, they grew dim in a moment As t'wards this fair maid I did go Saying "tell me the cause of your troubles I am anxiously longing to know" Oh, she said "I once courted a young man But the ocean do now us divide Which leaves me to wander in sorrow On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side" "Oh, he was a handsome young fellow So hearty, so light and so free And now, when I think of my darling More sorrow advances on me" "Oh, the fountains of nature are floating And my heart it is sorry annoyed And my mind it is constantly aching On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side" Oh, that song fairy gale may enchant him And roll him again o'er the tide Home, back again to his Eileen On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side