here is another one in the same vein, from Walton's [Dublin]New Treasury of Irish Songs and Ballads, part 2

THE OLD IRISH SONG

O sing me a song that my heart loved the dearest -
the song that in Erin I heard long ago
As I roamed in wild youth by the clear sunny wildwood
By the banks where the Mourne and Foyle waters flow.
for all around my heart there iws something entwining
and I love the dear bards which to Erin belong,
For sure there is something more sweet and divine in
The music that thrills throgh an old Irish song.

Come near to me, Nora, your spinning five over,
This poor heart will break, sure, with sorrow and toil.
Sing me the song you first sang to your lover
As we wandered at eve on the banks of the Foyle.
It will gladden my heart and I'll think I'm roaming
The pleasant green valleys of Erin among,
Beside with my friends in the summer time gloaming,
Where I first heard the notes of your old Irish song.

O. sng me the "coulin" when oft in my childhood
My fond mother sang its sweet measures to me,
As I roamed a wild youth through the clear sunny wilderness,
Or in childhood's fond rapture I clung to her knee,
O, sing it again , I could listen for ever,
And sit here in silence in lights dim and low,
And my heart would fly back to that dear shining river
By the banks where the Mourne and Foyle waters flow.