A Broken Song

'Where am I from?' From the green hills of Erin.  
'Have I no song then?' My songs are all sung.  
'What o' my love?' 'Tis alone I am farin'.  
Old grows my heart, an' my voice yet is young.  
 
'If she was tall?' Like a king's own daughter.        
'If she was fair?' Like a mornin' o' May.  
When she'd come laughin' 'twas the runnin' wather,  
When she'd come blushin' 'twas the break o' day.  
 
'Where did she dwell?' Where one'st I had my dwellin'.  
'Who loved her best?' There's no one now will know.  
'Where is she gone?' Och, why would I be tellin'!  
Where she is gone there I can never go.