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O, sweet is the smile of the beautiful morn,
As it peeps through the curtain of night;
And the voice of the nightingale singing its tune,
While the stars seem to smile with delight.
All nature now lingers with silent repose,
And the sweet breath of summer is calm;
While I sit and I wonder if Shamus here knows,
How sad and unhappy I am.
O, Shamus O'Brien, why don't you come home?
And you don't know how happy I'll be;
I've got one darling wish, and that is that you'll come,
And forever be happy with me.
I'll smile when you smile and I'll weep when you weep,
And I'll give you a kiss for a kiss;
And all the fond vows that I make you I'll keep,
And what more can I promise than this?
Does the sea have such pride and such beautiful charm,
That your heart will not leave it for me;
Oh, why did I let you get out of my arms,
A bird that was caged and is free.
O, Shamus O'Brien, why don't you come home?
And you don't know how happy I'll be;
I've got one darling wish and that is that you'll come,
And forever be happy with me.
O, Shamus O'Brien, I'm loving you yet,
And my heart is still trusting and kind;
It was you who first took it and can you forget,
That the love for another you'll find?
No! No! If you break it with sorrow or pain,
Sure I'll then have a duty to do;
If you'll bring it to me, sure I'll mend it again,
And entrust it, dear Shamus, to you.
O, Shamus O'Brien, why don't you come home?
And you don't know how happy I'll be;
I've got one darling wish and that is that you'll come,
And forever be happy with me.
Note: Originally written to Captain N. H. Bower in answer to Nora O'Neal.
