The Sun was setting behind the mountain The dew was falling upon the leaves And I was seated beside a fountain And a feathered songster sang on a tree With love and blessings his notes were sounding Made me reminded of days of 'oer Where in a bower I plucked a flower And dreamt of Edward on Lough Erne's Shore The cuckoo's notes in the air resounding Appeal to feeling and pleases 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 once rambled in days of oer Reminds me of my banished Edward And makes me lonely on Lough Erne's Shore A crop of sorrow my heart is reaping My rose has faded and my hope decayed And in the night time when all are sleeping Awake I lie weeping till the break of day For woe has wed me, delight has fled me Why did you leave me, my love a stor But luck compelled it and banished Edward And now I am lonely on Lough Erne's Shore Oh could I move like the moon oer the ocean I would send a sigh 'oer the distant deep Or could I move like a bird in motion By Edward's side I would ever keep I would gently sooth him, with songs amuse him I would gently sooth him and he would sigh no more And seven years would soon pass over And we'd both live happy on Lough Erne's Shore