She's The Daughter OF Mother Machree
Music by Ernest R. Ball
Words by Jeff Nenarb
Published 1915 by M. Whitmark & Sons.

I was dream-ing last night
in the moon's sil-v'ry light,
In my dreams I was gaz-ing
a-cross the blue sea;

As she stood on the shore,
I could see her once more,
And I knew she was wait-ing for me.

She's the fair-est of
Ire-land's fair daugh-ters,
She's as sweet as a wild I-rish rose.
Sure her laugh-ter just
rip-ples like wa-ters
Far a-way where the Shan-non flows,

She is just like her moth-er,
I want for no oth-er,
She's more than the whole world to me.

May the an-gels a-bove her
pro-tect her and love her,
She's the daugh-ter of Moth-er Ma-chree.

What I saw in my dreams
was the truth, so it seems,
For I have here a let-ter
that reached me to-day.

Sure it's stained with her tears,
I've not seen her in years,
But I'm go-ing back home right a-way.

She's the fair-est of
Ire-land's fair daugh-ters,
She's as sweet as a wild I-rish rose.
Sure her laugh-ter just
rip-ples like wa-ters
Far a-way where the Shan-non flows,

She is just like her moth-er,
I want for no oth-er,
She's more than the whole world to me.

May the an-gels a-bove her
pro-tect her and love her,
She's the daugh-ter of Moth-er Ma-chree.