Ileen Oge.
Printed and sold by J. Davenport 6, Georges-Court,
Clerkenwell London.
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THE moments were sad when my love and I parted
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Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge,
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As I kist off her tears I was near broken hearted
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Ah Vurnen delish ileen oge.
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Wan was her cheek which hung on my shoulder,
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Damp was her hand, no marbel was colder,
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I felt that I never again should behold her,
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Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge.
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When the word of command put our troop into motion
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Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge,
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I buckled up my napsack to cross the wide ocean,
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Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge.
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Brisk were our troops, all roaring like thunder,
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Pleas'd with their voyage, impatient for plunder,
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My bosom with grief was near torn asunder,
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Ah Vourneen delish ileen oge.
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Long have I fought for my country, far, far from my true love,
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Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge,
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All my pay and arrears I hoarded up for you love,
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Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge.
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But peace was proclaimd, I escape from the slaughter
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Landed at home, my sweet girl, I sought her,
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But sorrow, alas! to her cold grave had brought her,
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Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge.
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Shes gone now, alas! and has left me orlorn,
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Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge,
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Ill betake to the desert, for ever will moan,
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Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge.
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No the warbling throng, with their notes so charming
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Never shall sooth my grief of a morning.
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But in silent solitude sighing for my darling,
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Ah Vourneen delish ileen oge.
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