Composer: Music by Dermot MacMurrough
Lyricist: Words by Josephine V. Rowe
Published 1910 by Boosey & Co.
Macushla! Macushla! your sweet voice is calling,
Calling me softly again and again
Macushla! Macushla! I hear its dear pleading,
My blueeyed Macushla, I hear it in vain.
Macushla! Macushla! your white arms are reaching,
I feel them enfolding, caressing me still.
Fling them out from the darkness, my lost love Macushla,
Let them find me and bind me again if they will
Macushla! Macushla! your red lips are saying
That death is a dream, and love is for aye.
Then awaken, Macushla, awake from your dreaming,
My blue eyed Macushla, awaken to stay.