From the sheet music at The Archive of Popular Music at UCLA:


SHE'S THE DAUGHTER OF MOTHER MACHREE
Words, Jeff T. Nenarb. Music, Ernest R. Ball.
New York: M. Witmark & Sons, © 1915.

1. I was dreaming last night
In the moon's silv'ry light.
In my dreams I was gazing across the blue sea.
As she stood on the shore,
I could see her once more,
And I knew she was waiting for me.

CHORUS: She's the fairest of Ireland's fair daughters.
She's as sweet as a wild Irish rose.
Sure her laughter just ripples like waters,
Far away where the Shannon flows.
She is just like her mother.
I want for no other.
She's more than the whole world to me.
May the angels above her
Protect her and love her.
She's the daughter of Mother Machree.

2. What I saw in my dreams
Was the truth, so it seems,
For I have here a letter that reached me today.
Sure it's stained with her tears.
I've not seen her in years,
But I'm going back home right away.