Alone, all alone, by the wave-washed strand
All alone in the crowded hall,
The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand
But my heart is not there at all,
It flies far away,
By night and by day To the times and the joys that are gone
But I never can forget
The sweet maiden I met
In the valley of Slievenamon.

It was not the grace of her queenly air
Nor the cheeks of the roses glow
Her soft dark eyes or her curly hair, Nor was it her lily white brow, 'Twas the soul of truth And of melting ruth,
And a smile like the summer's day,
That stole my heart away
On that bright summer's day
In the valley of sweet Slievenamon.

In the festive hall and the wave-washed shore
My restless spirit cries
- "My land, oh my land, shall I never see you more,
My country will you never uprise.
" By night and by day I will ever, ever pray,
As darkly my life it rolls on,
To see our flag unrolled
And my true love unfold In the valley near Slievenamon.

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by Charles J. Kickham 1828 -1882

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Kickham's funeral procession was one of the largest ever witnessed in Ireland when he died in 1882 with over 150,000 mourners in attendance. A novel For the Old Land (1886) and Poems of Charles J Kickham (1931) were published posthumously.