Eileen Aroon

When I am far away
Begin thoughts gay
To dear, your happiness
Or me, to wish it less
Love hath no selfishness
Aye, me, my roe

And it must be our pride
Our trusting hearts to hide
They wish our love to fly
We'll wait for fortune's light
The flowers bloom the far night
Aye, me, my roe

And when we meet alone
Upon my bosom prone
That hour with light bedecked
Shall cheer us and direct
A beacon to the rest

Fortune, the spot will come
We'll win a happy home
And as it slowly rolls
We'll try to live repose
A rock 'mid melting snows
Aye, me, my roe