Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking--
Kathleen Mavourneen, what, slumbering, still?
Oh hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part?
It may be for years and it may be forever;
Oh why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
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Excuse me, then! you know my heart;
But dearest friends, alas! must part.
Excuse me, then! you know my heart;
But dearest friends, alas! must part.
Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well.
Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well.
Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe?
Shall I bid her goe and spare not?
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Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe?
Shall I bid her goe and spare not?
Oh no, no, no, I dare not.
One kind kiss before we part,
Drop a tear, and bid adieu;
Though we sever, my fond read more
One kind kiss before we part,
Drop a tear, and bid adieu;
Though we sever, my fond heart
Till we meet shall pant for you.
Such parting break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
Such parting break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
In every parting there is an image of death.
In every parting there is an image of death.
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.
Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
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Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
