Shena Van
A. Beach
Her eyes are dark and soft and blue,
She's light-stepped as the roe;
O Shena Van, my heart is true
To you where'er you go!
I wish that I were by the rills
Above the Alltcambân;
And wand'ring with me o'er the hills
My own dear Shena Van!
Far other sights and scenes I view:
The year goes out in snow,
O Shena Van, my heart is true
To you, where'er you go!