Oft of a pleasant morning, sunshine all adorning I heard a horn give warning with the birds' mellow call Badgers flee before us, woodcooks startle o'er us Guns in a ringing chorus amid the echoes all The fox runs high and higher, horsemen shouting nigher The maid in mourning by her geese that are all gone Now they fell the wild woods, farewell home of childhood Oh Sean o Duibhir a ghleanna, your day is o'er For it is my sorrow sorest, woe the falling forest The north wind brings me no rest, and d**h is in the sky My faithful hound tied tightly, never sporting brightly Who would make a child laugh lightly with the tears in his eye The antlered, noble-hearted stags are never parted Never chased nor started from the whinny hills Oh if peace came but the small way I would journey down on Galway And leave, though not for always, my Erin of the ills My woe and ruin through sinless d**h undoing Came not o'er the strewing of all my bright hopes How oft on sunny morning I would watch the spring returning The autumn leaves are falling and the dew on woodland slopes Now my land is a plunder, far my friends asunder I must hide me under branch or bramble screen And if soon I cannot save me by flight from foes who crave me Oh Sean o Duibhir a ghleanna, d**h will come between