作词 : Moore, OBeirne, Stewart She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps While around her sweet lovers are sighing But coldly she turns from their wooings and weeps For her heart with his cold grave is lying She sings the wild songs of her own native home Every note which he so loved awaking Ah but little they think who delight in her tones How the heart of this young girl is breaking Though he lived for his love it's for his country he died They were all that to life had entwined him The tears of his country may never be dried Nor long will his love stay behind him So make her a grave where the sun goes to rest And think on a glorious tomorrow May it shine on her sleep like a smile from the West From her own lovely Island of Sorrows
作词 : Moore, OBeirne, Stewart She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps While around her sweet lovers are sighing But coldly she turns from their wooings and weeps For her heart with his cold grave is lying She sings the wild songs of her own native home Every note which he so loved awaking Ah but little they think who delight in her tones How the heart of this young girl is breaking Though he lived for his love it's for his country he died They were all that to life had entwined him The tears of his country may never be dried Nor long will his love stay behind him So make her a grave where the sun goes to rest And think on a glorious tomorrow May it shine on her sleep like a smile from the West From her own lovely Island of Sorrows
