OH! go to sleep, my baby dear, And I will hold thee on my knee;Thy mother's in her winding sheet, And thou art all that's left to me.
My hairs are white with grief and age, I've borne the weight of every ill, And I would lay me with my child, But thou art left to love me still.
Should thy false father see thy face, The tears would fill his cruel e'e, But he has scorned thy mother's wo, And he shall never look on thee:
But I will rear thee up alone, And with me thou shalt aye remain;For thou wilt have thy mother's smile, And I shall see my child again.
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OH the tear is in my eye, and my heart it is breaking, Thou hast fled from me, Connor, and left me forsaken;Bright and warm was our morning, but soon has it faded, For I gave thee a true heart, and thou hast betrayed it.
Thy footsteps I followed in darkness and danger, From the home of my love to the land of the stranger;Thou wert mine through the tempest, the blight, and the burning;Could I think thou wouldst change when the morn was returning.
Yet peace to thy heart, though from mine it must sever, May she love thee as I loved, alone and for ever;I may weep for thy loss, but my faith is unshaken, And the heart thou hast widowed will bless thee in breaking.
