Beside the green mountain where silver streams run, There dwells a fair caileen she has my heart won Her eyes are as bright as the May morning sun She's my sweet little girl from Barnagh. II Her heart is good natured and pure as the dew. On the green mossy banks where I oft times did woo Her cot on the hills side, I kissed her lips too. She's my sweet little girl from Barnagh. III My love she has riches, gold silver and land A fairly like form and snowy white hand Her cot on the hills sideHeinrich Hall