Asthoreen Bawn, when first we met, I can see the roses yet, And the light that lit your happy eyes of blue. I can hear your sweet voice say, Welcome as the flowers in May As it did when first I whispered back to you. Will you come with me asthore, When the summer day is o'er And the Rooks are winging homeward in the sky Where the mountains rise away O'er a field of gold and grey, We'll go home to Slaney Valley, you and I. Asthoreen Bawn, when you said yes, Brimful was my happiness. Summer sped as ne'er before on flying feet. Never shone the moon so bright In a starry cape of night. Never sang the thrushes so divinely sweet. Asthoreen Bawn, for years you've been In my heart it's rightful queen, Ever loving, ever tender, ever true. Like the sun your smile has shone, Gladdening all it glowed upon, As it did when first I whispered back to you.