A Broken Song

Where am I from? From the green hills of Erin.
Have I no song then? My songs are all sung.
What o' my love? 'Tis alone I am farin',
Old grows my heart, an' my voice yet is young.

If she was tall? Like a king's own daughter.
If she was fair? Like a mornin' o' May.
When she'd come laughin' 'twas the runnin' wather,
When she'd come blushin' 'twas the break o' day.

Where did she dwell? Where once I had my dwellin'.
Who loved her best? There 's no one now will know.
Where is she gone? Och, why would I be tellin'!
Where she is gone there I can never go.