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Oh, sweet is the smile of the beautiful morn,
As it peeps through the gardens of night;
And the voice of the nightingale singing its tune,
While the stars seemed to smile with delight.
Old nature now lingers in silent repose,
While the sweet breath of summer is calm;
And I sit and wonder if Seamus e'er knows,
How sad and unhappy I am.
Oh, Seamus O'Brien, why don't you come home?
You don't know how happy I'd be;
I've but one darling wish and that is that you'd come,
And forever be happy with me.
I'd smile when you'd smile and weep when you'd weep,
I'd give you a kiss for a kiss;
And all the fond vows that I made you I'll keep,
What more can I promise than this?
Does the sea have such bright and such beautiful charms,
That your heart will not leave them for me?
Oh, why did I let you get out of my arms,
Like a bird that was caged and is free?
Oh, Seamus 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 love for another you'd find?
No, no, if you break it in silence and pain,
I will then have a duty to do;
If you bring it to me I will mend it again,
And trust it, dear Seamus, to you.
Oh, Seamus O'Brien, why don't you come home?
You don't know how happy I'd be;
I've but one darling wish and that is that you'd come,
And forever be happy with me.
Sung by Winifred Powers of Tors Cove, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA). A variant was also recorded by Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers (Flatout, 1990).
