I wish I could be with my sweet Anna I laid out on some deserted beach She'd tie up her hair in a bandana I'd never let her out of my reach I wish I could be with my sweet Susan I'd stand up close and stroke her hair Whenever I'm down or when I'm a-losing I always wish that I was standing there When I say I got the blues to mean I'm lonely If I tell you that I'm sad, I mean alone A man can suffer anything but a old, poor plea If he don't have to face it on his own I wish I could be with my sweet Eileen Strolling down the Dublin street Her green eyes are flashing but never asking where I've been She's just smiling on everybody that she meets When I say I got the blues to mean I'm lonely If I tell you that I'm sad, I mean alone A man can suffer anything but a old, poor plea If he don't have to face it on his own I wish I could be with my sweet Anna I laid out on some deserted beach She'd tie up her hair in a bandana I'd never let her out of my reach Never let her out of my reach Never let her out of my reach Never let her out of my reach Never let her out of my reach Never let her out of my reach Never let her out of my reach Never let her out of my reach