It is not in the morning I will sing my song
But late in the evening when I think long
When my eyes grows dim and my heart beats light
When I think of old Ireland I left behind.

Oh I was forced for to leave my home
And to a foreign land to roam
Then the landlord’s knock came unto to our door
Which leaves me far, far from the shamrock shore.

I had a girl and she was dear to me
And her last words were I’ll be true to thee
When you are gone I never shall cease to mourn
I’ll wait for you love ‘til you return.

But I was not long in a foreign land
When my girl got wed to another man
Those cruel news it broke my heart in two
For I would die for that colleen bawn.

So do you wonder now when I think long
When I sit in the evening and sing my song
When my heart grows weary with a troubled mind
When I think on the loved ones I left behind.