Isle of My Heart

As down by the shore I wander early at morn,

A-down by the shore-land wander early at morn;

The sea and the sky, the sky, so blue, so blue

Low sighs "mo neean, 'tis true your love loves you."

The moss to the moor-land murmurs all the day long,

The oak to the hazel wafts the same sweet song;

The rock to the tangle sighs "'tis true, 'tis true,"

Soft sighs a-nee-an-doo, "your love loves you."

A-down by the shore-land wand 'ring night or morn,

Far down by the shore-land wand 'ring night or morn;

The rock to the tangle sighs "'tis true, 'tis true,"

Soft sighs a-nee-an-doo, "your love loves you!"

The lark to the mavis carols her sweet song,

The gull to the sea-mew cries the shore along;

Nor seal nor swan can hide it from you, from you,

Your heart mo neean sings true, "your love loves you."

Down by the white shore-land wand'ring night or morn,

Far down the white shore -land wand'ring night or morn;

The sea to the sky, the sky, so blue, so blue

Low sighs "'tis true, mo neean, your love loves you."