Ah! Sheelah, Thou'rt My Darling

Ah! Sheelah, thou'rt my darling, The golden image of my heart; How cheerless seems this morning,-- It brings the hour when we must part; Though doom'd to cross the ocean, And face the proud insulting foe, Thou hast my soul's devotion, My heart is thine where'er I go; Ah! Sheelah, thou'rt my darling, My heart is thine where'er I go. When toss'd upon the billow, And angry tempests round me blow, Let not the gloomy willow O'ershade thy lovely lily brow: But mind the seaman's story, Sweet William and his charming Sue; I'll soon return with glory, And like sweet William wed thee too: Ah! Sheelah, thou'rt my darling, My heart is thine where'er I go. Think on our days of pleasure, While wand'ring by the Shannon side, When summer days gave leisure To stray amidst their flow'ry pride: And a while thy faithful lover Is far upon the stormy main, Think, when the wars are over, These golden days shall come again; Ah! Sheelah, thou'rt my darling, These golden days shall come again. Farewell, ye lofty mountains, Your flow'ry wilds we wont to rove; Ye woody glens and fountains, The dear retreats of mutual love.-- Alas! we now must sever-- O! Sheelah, to thy vows be true! My heart is thine for ever-- One fond embrace, and then adieu; Ah! Sheelah, thou'rt my darling, One fond embrace and then adieu.