From the recording Sliabh Liag
Away behind the Rosses stills, the sun sinks down to rest
The little birds in their shady nooks, sleep on their peaceful nests
On such an eve through lonesome groves, where lovers chanced to stray
While the evening sun reflecting back, on deep Sheephaven Bay.
That night there stood a maiden fair, upon the peaceful shore
Her cheeks they bloomed like the purple heather, on lovely Gania Mor
While gently flowing o’er her neck, her yellow ringlets lay
Like the evening sun reflecting back, on deep Sheephaven Bay.
He took her hand into his own, and to his breast he drew
Saying darling dear, it’s nice to know, there’s one heart ever true
And with these words they parted, on the Autumn evening day
To toil amongst the fishermen, on deep Sheephaven Bay
And from the north the wind came forth and long and strong it blew,
The waves that didn’t move all day to a milky darkness grew
The fishermen, their hearts were sad, for their loved ones far away
And their crafts were wildly tossed about, on deep Sheephaven Bay
A father mourns a stalwart lad, A mother mourns her son
A sister and a brother too, their old companion is gone
But there is one in secret still, who weeps the same as they
Her sweethearts bones are bleaching white, on deep Sheephaven bay
Her sweethearts bones are bleaching white, on deep Sheephaven bay.