Lyrics:

The heath was green on Carrigdhoun.

Bright shone the sun o'er Ard-na-Lee

The dark green trees bent trembling down

To kiss the slumbering Own na Buidhe.

That happy day -- 'twas but last May --

'Tis like a dream to me,

When Donal swore, aye o'er and o'er,

We'd part no more a sto chroidhe.



On Carrigdhoun the heath is brown.

The clouds are dark o'er Ard-na-Lee,

And many a stream comes rushing down

To swell the angry Owen na Buidhe.

The moaning blast is sweeping past


Through many a leafless tree,

And I'm alone, for he is gone,

My hawk has flown, ochone mo chroidhe.



Soft April showers and bright May flowers

Will bring the summer back again,

But will they bring me back the hours

I spent with my brave Donal then?

There's but a chance. he's gone to France

To wear the Fleur-de-Lis.

But I'll follow you, my Donal Dhu,

For still I'm true to you mo chroidhe.