[00:12.64]She is far from the land
[00:19.14]where her young hero sleeps,
[00:23.41]And lovers are round her, sighing;
[00:30.51]But coldly she turns
[00:35.19]from their gaze, and weeps,
[00:40.68]For her heart in his grave is lying.
[00:58.75]She sings the wild song
[01:03.02]of her dear native plains,
[01:06.68]Every note which he loved awaking;
[01:12.57]Ah! little they think,
[01:16.84]who delight in her strains,
[01:21.70]How the heart of the Minstrel
[01:29.83]is breaking.
[01:50.75]He had lived for his love,
[01:54.81]for his country he died,
[01:58.68]They were all that to life had entwined him;
[02:07.20]Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried,
[02:14.72]Nor long will his Love stay behind him.
[02:39.71]Oh! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest,
[02:51.08]When they promise a glorious morrow;
[02:59.21]They'll shine o'er her sleep,
[03:04.89]like a smile from the West,
[03:10.78]From her own loved island of sorrow.