Down the green lane she is coming,
Alanna, graceful and fair;
The blue of the skies,
Within her bright eyes,
The midnight within her dark hair:
O Alanna machree, the sweet sight of thee,
A leap of the heart it giveth to me!
Down the green lane she is coming,
Alanna, with voice like a bird;
The mavis is still,
The river and rill
Such music they never have heard:
O Alanna macbree, the sweet voice of thee,
A leap of the heart it giveth to me!
Down the green lane she is coming,
Alanna, with smiling so sweet;
The daisies, deep red,
Leap up from their bed,
To fondle her white little feet:
O Alanna machree, the sweet smile of thee,
A leap of the heart it giveth to me!