Dear, I am sad and weary Out in the distant West
The happy days of boyhood years At night stir up my rest
For in this weary heart of mine A vision so clear to me
Of the days I spent with Molly Bonne A-boatin' on Loch Rhee
For she was young and slender As gentle as a fawn
Her eyes they shone like silver bright Like stars at dearly dawn
Her smile she had for everyone But her kisses were all for me
In trance I gazed on Molly Bonne A-boatin' on Loch Rhee
And when I claimed her for my bride How happy then was I
How happy were those old last loves How quickly they passed by
A pleasant light shone in her eyes She was too good for me
And an angel claimed her for his own And took her from Loch Rhee
Dear, I have travelled this stormy world My hair a silver hue
A plaintive voice rings in my ears Of tones I can subdue
A pleasant form it haunts me still A vision I can see
Ah, that's the face of Molly Bonne A-boatin' on Loch Rhee
For she was young and slender As gentle as a fawn
Her eyes they shone like silver bright Like stars at dearly dawn
Her smile she had for everyone But her kisses were all for me
In trance I gazed on Molly Bonne A-boatin' on Loch Rhee