'Twas on a bright morning in summer
As the skylarks sang loudly on high
And the sun it shone down most delightful
On all that reigns under the sky

'Twas down by the woodlands I wandered
Down mossy green slopes I did slide
'Twas there I beheld a fair damsel
All alone by the sweet Smirla Side

Oh, my eyes, they grew dim in a moment
As t'wards this fair maid I did go
Saying "sell me the cause of your troubles
I am anxiously longing to know"

Oh, she said "I once courted a young man
But the ocean do now us divide
Which leaves me to wander in sorrow
On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side"

"Oh, he was a handsome young fellow
So hearty, so light and so free
And now, when I think of my darling
More sorrow advances on me"

"Oh, the fountains of nature are floating
And my heart it is sorry annoyed
And my mind it is constantly aching
On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side"
"Oh, that some fairy gale may enchant him
And roll him again o'er the tide
Home, back again to his Eileen
On the banks of the sweet Smirla Side"