The sun behind the western hill
Was sinking to the sea;
The darksome shades were falling fast
On prairie lawn and lee.
The night winds rave now violently,
On Croghans royal hill,
And solitude now reigns supreme
By streamlet lake and rill.
Thou glorious moon whose silvery light
Shines fair o'er Innisfail,
And brightens like a watch-fires light
Each mountain hill and dale:
Ah! loiter near that bounding ark,
That cleaves the billows roar,
And bears from Innisfail and me
Young Annie Bán Asthore.
Though music strains were pealing sweet
Through lone Kilcorkeys shades,