Ah, I love my lonely love, my heart and only pride.
She left me here sure long ago and years that’s now gone by.
She gave me her own sweet heart but now she is lyin’ low.
God bless the ground where she do lie, in England’s lovely shore.

I worked for many days and years, in England I well know.
Although I am from Ireland I loved the both.
I love them that I do work and still I love them more.
I bless the ground where my love lie, in England’s lovely shore.

Now years are passed and gone away and I am getting old.
I had to return back to my own dear native home.
I had the world to mind me there, nor no orphans I do know.
I’d like to be back to England where my true love lies low.