Maid of Shehawken

Maid of Shehawken, kind and true,

I sing a fond farewell,

But, maiden, though I sing adieu,

My love I cannot tell —

My love I cannot tell to thee

For parting gives me pain,

Oh may I in the days to be

Meet with thee once again.

Maid of Shehawken, sweet and fair,

Accept my humble praise,

And may thy path be free from care,

Full happy be thy days,

And ever mid the lure of life

Where e'er thy lot may be,

In pleasant paths or weary strife —

Remember, I love thee.

Maid of Shehawken, kind and true,

Tho’ far away we roam,

Few places will we find, O few

As sweet as our highland home,

And tho’ Life's pathway lead along

The shining streets of gold,

Our lips will never know a song

As sweet as the songs of old.

Maid of Shehawken, dearer far

Than any that I know,

Lighting my pathway like a star,

Afar from thee I go,

But tho’ I leave the Hills of Wayne

My heart is still with thee,

O maiden, may we meet again

In the days that are to be.