No more I stroll, no more I stroll Along the boreen I see the scarlet poppies play Amid the corn green. No more beneath the hedge I watch the butterflies at play For my heart is filled with woe and woe Since Maggie went away. The sweet wild rose, the sweet wild rose That lov'd to see us there And seem'd to bid us hope, now droops And tells me to despair. The linnet sings his song unheard Perched on a leafy spray Ah, my heart is filled with woe, with woe Since Maggie went away. The gentle flowers, the gentle flowers Their happy charm is fled And now they seem like blossoms strewn Above the silent dead. They're symbols now of sorrow deep And life's swift sure decay Ah, my heart is filled with woe, with woe Since Maggie went away. The heartless sun, the heartless sun With splendour gilds the skies And mocks with smiling beams on a heart That now can only sigh. Shine on bright sun, shine on, while I Could curse thy proud display For my heart is filled with woe, with woe Since Maggie went away. Then welcome grief, then welcome grief Man's warm true-hearted friend For tho' all things be false, thou still art Faithful to the end. And now I walk alone with thee Till life turns into clay For my heart is filled with woe, with woe Since Maggie went away.