Her image in the water there.
From top to toe, where'er you go,
The loveliest girl of any, O,--
Ochone! your mind I find unkind,
Sweet Kate o' Belashanny, O!

My dear, give ear!--the river's near,
And if you think I'm shammin' now,
To end my grief I'll seek relief
Among the trout and salmon, now;
For shrimps and sharks to make their marks,
And other watery vermin there;
Unless a mermaid saves my life,--
My wife, and me her merman there.
From top to toe, where'er you go,
The loveliest girl of any, O,--
Mavrone! your mind I find unkind,
Sweet Kate o' Belashanny, O!

'Tis all in vain that I complain;
No use to coax or chide her there;
As far away from me as Spain,
Although I stand beside her there.
O cruel Kate! since that's my fate,
I'll look for love no more in you;
The seagull's screech as soon would reach
Your heart, as me implorin' you.
Tho' fair you are, and rare you are,
The loveliest flow'r of any, O,--
Too proud and high,--good-bye, say I,