Push for PORTER

Over the dim blue hills
Strays a wild river
Over the dim blue hills
Rests my heart ever
Dearer and brighter than
Jewels and pearl
Dwells she in beauty there
Maire my girl

Down upon Claris heath
Shines the soft berry
On the brown harvest tree
Droops the red cherry
Sweeter thy honey lips
Softer the curl
Straying adown thy cheeks
Maire my girl

'Twas on an April eve
That I first met her
Many an eve shall pass
Ere I forget her
Since my young heart has been
Wrapped in a whirl
Thinking and dreaming of
Maire my girl

She is too kind and fond
Ever to grieve me
She has too pure a heart
E'er to deceive me
Was I Tyrconnell's chief
Or Desmond's earl
Life would be dark, wanting
Maire my girl

Over the dim blue hills
Strays a wild river
Over the dim blue hills
Rests my heart ever
Dearer and brighter than
Jewels or pearl
Dwells she in beauty there
Maire my girl