One night as I lay on my pillow A vision came into my view Of a ship sailing out on the ocean And the wind did tremendously blow On the deck stood a handsome young lady
Her eagles I ne'er saw before her Ashes I ate for the rose of her country Then I'm banished from Meron's green shores Me name it is Ily, not my name but
My ageless caresly is he And I thank you, my son, for your kindness For you don't know how lonely I've been
For riches indeed I have plenty Don't mention such trifles to me As a big ship sails out on the ocean My fond wife she promised to be
When I lost my dear Paris in Ireland I was forced as an exile to Rome Far away from my home in Killary Where in childhood I once used to roam
Far away from each mountain and valley At the point of the Gap of Dunloway Far away from sweet, beautiful Moffray And the beautiful Sparrow I adored And in I awoke from my slumber
I looked for me Ily to see There was only the face of my mother With a fond smile she gazed upon me As a ship on the ocean at Faneuil And I fancy I see her once more
My beautiful Ily MacMahon She's the pride of all Ireland's green shore