It being the month of May, when fields were fresh and green,
I was forced to leave my native home, my age being scarce
eighteen. And when I parted with my dear, her loving tears were seen, In troubled mind I left behind my Blue-eyed Mountain
Farewell to Glenbeigh's lofty hills and to those mountain streams, Where sun or moon, right through the gloom pours forth
its brilliant beams.
Her castle stands beneath the hill, bound round with laurels green, But in America's plan I'll spend
my days with my Blue-eyed Mountain Queen.
My father is a fisherman, he's on the raging sea.
My mother she, through seven long years, sleeps cold beneath the
clay, My sisters and my brothers four, I regard them with esteem. But little they know I weep full sore for my Blue-eyed Mountain
God speed the ship across the deep that steers my love to me, The wind to fill her topsail wide to waft her o'er the
Her steele made bow has made a vow for to plough the waves between
And on her breast to bear the crest, my blue eyed Mountain Queen