As the sun was setting behind the mountain
The dew was falling upon the leaves
And I was seated beside a fountain
A feathered songster sang on a tree
With love and bliss his notes were sounding
Made me reminded of days of yore
Where in a bower I picked a flower
And I dreamt of Edward on Lough Erne's Shore
Ah the cuckoo's notes in the air resounding
Appeal to feeling and please the ear
And every note is a bliss abounding
Here in the valley if he were here
Each step I take by the winding river
Where we have wandered in days of yore
Reminds me of Edward my banished lover
And makes me lonely on Lough Erne's Shore
A crop of sorrow my heart is reaping
My rose has faded and my hopes decayed
For it's in the night time when all are sleeping
Awake I am weeping till the break of day
Delight has fled me and woe has wed me
Why did you leave me, my love a stór
But law compelled him and banished Edward
Who'd not forsake me on Lough Erne's Shore
Oh could I move like the moon o'er the ocean
I would send a sigh o'er the distant deep
Or could I move like a bird in motion
By my Edward's side I would ever keep
I'd fondly sooth him, with songs amuse him
I'd gently sooth him and he'd sigh no more
For seven long years would soon pass over
And we'd both live happy on Lough Erne's Shore